Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, Garcia - "Threesome."
this is gen, pretty much, but Morgan/Reid is my OTP so in my head they're always a couple. just about a thousand words of missing scene from this week's ep, 'Penelope.' I just wanted to write something, I guess.
Threesome
"Hey there, gorgeous."
Morgan lifted his head and saw Garcia, hazily blinking at him. He shifted the hospital-issue chair a little bit closer to the bed, and took her hand. "There you go, stealing all my best lines again."
"Can't help it," she said, eyes barely open. "You are the man."
He smiled at her. "You should go back to sleep."
"Feels like that's all I ever do anymore." Her eyes closed and he thought she would fall back asleep, but she spoke again. "You don't have to stay here with me day and night, you know. That chair has to be hell on your back."
"It's not that bad," he lied. "And you know me - no pain, no gain."
"Now you tell me you're a closet masochist. You're ruining all of my secret fantasies about you, you know that?"
"If I'd told you that before, you might have stopped loving me," Morgan said, regretting the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. It was too easy to fall into their normal flirtatious banter with Garcia, always had been, and he still wasn't convinced that wasn't at least part of the reason they were here, now.
"Never," she said, smiling sleepily. "What time is it, anyway?"
He glanced at his watch. "Just after six."
"Am, or pm?"
"You know, I have no idea?"
She chuckled, just a little bit, then made a face. "Ow."
"Hey, easy there." He shifted the thermal blanket, tucking it in just a bit higher. "You want me to go flag down a doctor?"
"Only if he's hot and available," she said, then added, "No, I'm fine. And, not that I'm complaining about having your gorgeous body all to myself, but aren't you sort of neglecting your day job as superhero and all-around defender of the forces of good? They might start to notice that you're not at work one of these days."
"Nope," Morgan shook his head. "I am at work. You're our number-one priority, boss' orders."
"Seriously?" Garcia asked. "Wow. I feel so - inappropriately turned on by that, somehow."
It was Morgan's turn to laugh. "Oh, baby girl, do me a favour, okay? Never change."
"Couldn't if I tried," she said. "Oh, hey - looks like we're turning our party of two into a threesome."
Morgan turned his head, and saw Reid standing in the doorway, two paper cups of coffee in his hands. "Am I interrupting?" he asked, faintly turning pink. "I can go and - "
"Not on your life," Garcia said, before he finished. "Please tell me one of those is for me. Lie, if you must."
"Don't even think about it, Princess," Morgan said, taking the cup that Reid offered him. "I definitely don't think caffeine and morphine mix, and," he winced, taking a sip, "hospital coffee barely qualifies to carry the name, anyway."
"You wouldn't say that if _you_ felt like you'd been licking the Sahara for a week," she pouted.
"The nurse said you could have some water when you woke up," Reid said, pouring her a cup from the pitcher and putting in a bendy straw.
"Morgan, I take back what I just said," Garcia said, after she'd had a mouthful of water. "You're my hero, sweet boy."
"Story of my life," Morgan said, with a sigh. "I find the girl of my dreams, and she falls for the first guy who brings her a drink with a bendy straw."
"It's my bedside manner," Reid said, smiling at him. "I could give you some pointers, if you want."
"Thanks," Morgan rolled his eyes at him.
"Now, now, boys, no fighting over me," Garcia said. "Well, maybe a _little_ fighting over me. But, there's nothing that says that I can't have two knights in shining armour, right?"
"You're going to stop at only two?" Morgan asked.
"That does seem a little inefficient," Reid agreed. "If you're looking at twenty-four-seven personal service, you're really going to need more than two people to handle the workload."
"Absolutely," Morgan said. "Why not a whole harem?"
"From your lips, my sexy man, from your lips. I'll just lie here, and let you do all the interviewing for me, mmkay? You know my type, right - tall, dark, devastatingly handsome -"
"And with a lifetime supply of bendy straws," Morgan finished. "Anything you say, Princess."
"Do you want some more water?" Reid asked her, still holding the cup.
"Ununh," Garcia said, her eyes fluttering shut. "I think the happy drugs are _just_ about to kick in again. Talk amongst yourselves, okay?"
"We'll do that," Morgan said.
Once she was asleep again, Reid said, "I can stay, if you want to stretch your legs, or get something to eat."
"Based on the coffee, I think I'm afraid to find out what passes for food in this place," Morgan said.
"The diner across the road isn't too bad, apparently," Reid said. "According to the gossip at the nurses' station, anyway - and as long as you stay away from whatever the daily special is. The doctors seem to prefer Chinese delivery."
"You did a full survey while you were gone?" Morgan asked, amused. "You were only out there fifteen minutes."
"Only on this floor," Reid said. "I didn't want to go too far."
"Is there anything you don't want to be an expert on?" Morgan asked. "No, on second thought, don't tell me - I think I'd be disappointed to find out."
"People tell me things," Reid shrugged. "It just, sort of happens."
"Yeah." Morgan stood up, wincing when his back protested at being shifted out of a sitting position for the first time in several hours. "Maybe stretching my legs would be a good idea," he admitted. "Come and find me if anything happens, okay?"
"I will," Reid nodded. "Oh, and Morgan?"
"Yeah?"
"No matter what you think, this wasn't your fault." Reid didn't wait for him to answer, or, maybe, knew he wouldn't get one, just picked up the book that he had been reading before and slid the marker out of place, eyes darting over the page.
"Yeah," Morgan said, and walked out of the room.
Threesome
"Hey there, gorgeous."
Morgan lifted his head and saw Garcia, hazily blinking at him. He shifted the hospital-issue chair a little bit closer to the bed, and took her hand. "There you go, stealing all my best lines again."
"Can't help it," she said, eyes barely open. "You are the man."
He smiled at her. "You should go back to sleep."
"Feels like that's all I ever do anymore." Her eyes closed and he thought she would fall back asleep, but she spoke again. "You don't have to stay here with me day and night, you know. That chair has to be hell on your back."
"It's not that bad," he lied. "And you know me - no pain, no gain."
"Now you tell me you're a closet masochist. You're ruining all of my secret fantasies about you, you know that?"
"If I'd told you that before, you might have stopped loving me," Morgan said, regretting the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. It was too easy to fall into their normal flirtatious banter with Garcia, always had been, and he still wasn't convinced that wasn't at least part of the reason they were here, now.
"Never," she said, smiling sleepily. "What time is it, anyway?"
He glanced at his watch. "Just after six."
"Am, or pm?"
"You know, I have no idea?"
She chuckled, just a little bit, then made a face. "Ow."
"Hey, easy there." He shifted the thermal blanket, tucking it in just a bit higher. "You want me to go flag down a doctor?"
"Only if he's hot and available," she said, then added, "No, I'm fine. And, not that I'm complaining about having your gorgeous body all to myself, but aren't you sort of neglecting your day job as superhero and all-around defender of the forces of good? They might start to notice that you're not at work one of these days."
"Nope," Morgan shook his head. "I am at work. You're our number-one priority, boss' orders."
"Seriously?" Garcia asked. "Wow. I feel so - inappropriately turned on by that, somehow."
It was Morgan's turn to laugh. "Oh, baby girl, do me a favour, okay? Never change."
"Couldn't if I tried," she said. "Oh, hey - looks like we're turning our party of two into a threesome."
Morgan turned his head, and saw Reid standing in the doorway, two paper cups of coffee in his hands. "Am I interrupting?" he asked, faintly turning pink. "I can go and - "
"Not on your life," Garcia said, before he finished. "Please tell me one of those is for me. Lie, if you must."
"Don't even think about it, Princess," Morgan said, taking the cup that Reid offered him. "I definitely don't think caffeine and morphine mix, and," he winced, taking a sip, "hospital coffee barely qualifies to carry the name, anyway."
"You wouldn't say that if _you_ felt like you'd been licking the Sahara for a week," she pouted.
"The nurse said you could have some water when you woke up," Reid said, pouring her a cup from the pitcher and putting in a bendy straw.
"Morgan, I take back what I just said," Garcia said, after she'd had a mouthful of water. "You're my hero, sweet boy."
"Story of my life," Morgan said, with a sigh. "I find the girl of my dreams, and she falls for the first guy who brings her a drink with a bendy straw."
"It's my bedside manner," Reid said, smiling at him. "I could give you some pointers, if you want."
"Thanks," Morgan rolled his eyes at him.
"Now, now, boys, no fighting over me," Garcia said. "Well, maybe a _little_ fighting over me. But, there's nothing that says that I can't have two knights in shining armour, right?"
"You're going to stop at only two?" Morgan asked.
"That does seem a little inefficient," Reid agreed. "If you're looking at twenty-four-seven personal service, you're really going to need more than two people to handle the workload."
"Absolutely," Morgan said. "Why not a whole harem?"
"From your lips, my sexy man, from your lips. I'll just lie here, and let you do all the interviewing for me, mmkay? You know my type, right - tall, dark, devastatingly handsome -"
"And with a lifetime supply of bendy straws," Morgan finished. "Anything you say, Princess."
"Do you want some more water?" Reid asked her, still holding the cup.
"Ununh," Garcia said, her eyes fluttering shut. "I think the happy drugs are _just_ about to kick in again. Talk amongst yourselves, okay?"
"We'll do that," Morgan said.
Once she was asleep again, Reid said, "I can stay, if you want to stretch your legs, or get something to eat."
"Based on the coffee, I think I'm afraid to find out what passes for food in this place," Morgan said.
"The diner across the road isn't too bad, apparently," Reid said. "According to the gossip at the nurses' station, anyway - and as long as you stay away from whatever the daily special is. The doctors seem to prefer Chinese delivery."
"You did a full survey while you were gone?" Morgan asked, amused. "You were only out there fifteen minutes."
"Only on this floor," Reid said. "I didn't want to go too far."
"Is there anything you don't want to be an expert on?" Morgan asked. "No, on second thought, don't tell me - I think I'd be disappointed to find out."
"People tell me things," Reid shrugged. "It just, sort of happens."
"Yeah." Morgan stood up, wincing when his back protested at being shifted out of a sitting position for the first time in several hours. "Maybe stretching my legs would be a good idea," he admitted. "Come and find me if anything happens, okay?"
"I will," Reid nodded. "Oh, and Morgan?"
"Yeah?"
"No matter what you think, this wasn't your fault." Reid didn't wait for him to answer, or, maybe, knew he wouldn't get one, just picked up the book that he had been reading before and slid the marker out of place, eyes darting over the page.
"Yeah," Morgan said, and walked out of the room.