Profile of the Dead 8/?
Title: Profile of the Dead 8/?
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: Criminal Minds which belongs to CBS.
Pairing(s): Morgan/Reid
Rating: FRM
Summary: He was outside now, zombies chasing the men he had been living and working with for two years. Morgan dreams and finds Utopia.
Warnings: Language, gore in one scene.
Notes: I wrote so much yesterday. I'm going to be posting some drabbles today as well.
Cross posted to bau_fic, cm_slash and morganreid_cm.
Morgan had his arm wrapped possessively around Reid's shoulders as they bounced in their seat. No one had spoken a world since they had left Emily's grave. J.J. had sat down in the driver's seat and hadn't stopped since she hit the gas. Penelope was curled up two seats ahead of Morgan and Reid, tears silently rolling down her cheeks.
Reid was the first to speak. "I think we'll rest at the commune for a couple of days."
Morgan nodded glad that he didn't have to make all the decisions. They hadn't even talked about it, but he didn't care.
"That's great," J.J. said with a weak smile.
The silence fell over the bus again and Morgan just couldn't take it. He told Reid he was laying down and lightly kissed his forehead. Reid let him lay his head in his lap and began to hum softly until Morgan fell asleep.
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Morgan was back in L.A. His uniform was splattered with blood, but he didn't care about getting infected. He had to find Reid even though he knew he wasn't here. At least, he shouldn't be.
With his gun raised he began searching the building. He remembered now. It was the main building. The walls were practically red and Morgan had to wade through the blood on the floor. Bodies piled up and he thanks God when each one didn't turn out to be Reid.
He was outside now, zombies chasing the men he had been living and working with for two years. The chaos continued around him as if he was immune. Still no sign of Reid, but Morgan swore he could hear him.
"Look up dummy!"
Morgan followed the flagpole up to see Reid floating there in mid-air wearing a billowy white dress.
"You've got to be kidding me. You're my 'guardian angel'?"
"Who said anything about that? Maybe I"m a cross dresser who likes this view."
"I'd still love you Reid."
"I love you too."
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Penelope estimated they would arrive at the commune in one day if they kept up with the rigorous driving schedule that... The one put into effect after Weedsville.
"Would one of you mind driving two shifts?" she asked. "I... I don't think I can."
"I'll do it," Morgan said.
"Thank you." She pulled a tissue from her sleeve and dabbed the new set of tears threatening to fall. Reid hugged her tightly as she allowed herself to cry again.
Emotionally drained, she fell asleep quickly during Morgan's second shift. J.J. had also laid down, but Reid was wide awake sitting Indian style on the floor next to Morgan.
"You don't mind?" he asked looking up.
"Mind what?"
"Taking a few days before hitting the road again?"
"No, not at all. I think it's a good idea. I trust you. You're my guardian angel."
"What?" Reid looked at Morgan as if he'd gone crazy.
"Nevermind. Reid, there's something I should tell you."
"Oh no. I knew it! You're pregnant."
"Reid, I'm seriously. It's about Emily."
"Oh." Reid's smile faded and he looked back down.
"You should know that she stole the virus for whoever released it."
"Morgan, that's not funny. We just buried her for fuck's sake!"
"Do you think I would fucking joke about something like this?" Morgan asked through gritted teeth, his knuckles turning white on the wheel.
"Why?" Reid asked quietly, his anger gone.
"I don't know. It was a paying job. She said she didn't know what it was she was stealing, and I believe her. She didn't say what company it was, though."
"That's killing you, isn't it?"
"Yeah. If she would have said it before she... I could have..."
"Morgan, there is nothing you could have done. What's done is done."
"I know, Reid. I can't help it though." Morgan looked down at Reid and smiled. "I love you." They hadn't said the actual three words yet, but now was a good a time as any. Every attack reminded Morgan a bit more about his own mortality.
"You damn well better," said Reid. "A white picket fence is commitment. You better believe it."
Morgan laughed. "I'm in for the long haul." He steered with one hand as he lowered his right one to intertwine his fingers with Reid's.
"I love you too," Reid whispered and it sounded as beautiful as it did in Morgan's dream.
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The commune looked like it was built in the 1960's... as long as you ignored the steel wall surrounding it with two watch towers near the entrance.
As J.J. had said the commune was built and maintained by the residents who had no help from the government. This was a major upside to some who blamed the government for the outbreak, not dealing with it in a timely manner or both.
The gate opened once the people inside were sure the four of them were clean. They were greeted by a middle aged man with his glasses perched on the edge of his nose.
"Hello, welcome. I'm so glad you could make it," he said shaking each of their hands. "I'm Jason Gideon, founder of Utopia, South Dakota. Please come in. We'll help you with your luggage."
As some of the other residents helped carry in J.J. and Penelope's bags, Reid leaned over and whispered to Morgan, "Gideon means 'mighty warrior' in Hebrew. Kind of ironic, eh?"
Morgan chuckled and said, "Be nice. We want to relax, remember?"
"Yes Dad."
"Please don't call me Dad. That's creepy."
"You mean kinky."
Gideon showed them to their hut and informed them dinner was in one hour. The hut was spacious with a living area and two bedrooms. Morgan and Reid insisted J.J. and Penelope pick their rooms now and they would camp out on the floor. They started unpacking and then headed to the mess hall.
The discussion during dinner eventually came to the stories of Utopia's new guests. J.J. and Penelope told theirs and Morgan shook his head when it was his turn.
"I'd rather not," he said.
"Aw, why not?" asked Hayley, one of the residents.
"It's okay," Reid said. "Morgan and I are eloping to Chicago where he'll go back to being a buff cop and I'm going to finish my doctorate whilst we living in our house with a white picket fence."
"Doctorate?" asked another resident, Tobias, skeptically.
"He's a genius," replied Morgan, "but he's not smart when it comes to tact."
Gideon laughed. "Well, I wish the best of luck to both of you. I propose a toast - to new friends."
"To new friends."
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"Tact?" asked Reid as they lay in their sleeping bags.
"You know what it is," joked Morgan.
"Is it my fault I want to show off?"
"No. Now go to sleep." Morgan kissed Reid and closed his eyes. There may have been monsters behind his eyelids, but for the first time in weeks he could sleep without all the worry. Still, he kept his gun in one hand and Reid in the other.
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: Criminal Minds which belongs to CBS.
Pairing(s): Morgan/Reid
Rating: FRM
Summary: He was outside now, zombies chasing the men he had been living and working with for two years. Morgan dreams and finds Utopia.
Warnings: Language, gore in one scene.
Notes: I wrote so much yesterday. I'm going to be posting some drabbles today as well.
Cross posted to bau_fic, cm_slash and morganreid_cm.
Morgan had his arm wrapped possessively around Reid's shoulders as they bounced in their seat. No one had spoken a world since they had left Emily's grave. J.J. had sat down in the driver's seat and hadn't stopped since she hit the gas. Penelope was curled up two seats ahead of Morgan and Reid, tears silently rolling down her cheeks.
Reid was the first to speak. "I think we'll rest at the commune for a couple of days."
Morgan nodded glad that he didn't have to make all the decisions. They hadn't even talked about it, but he didn't care.
"That's great," J.J. said with a weak smile.
The silence fell over the bus again and Morgan just couldn't take it. He told Reid he was laying down and lightly kissed his forehead. Reid let him lay his head in his lap and began to hum softly until Morgan fell asleep.
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Morgan was back in L.A. His uniform was splattered with blood, but he didn't care about getting infected. He had to find Reid even though he knew he wasn't here. At least, he shouldn't be.
With his gun raised he began searching the building. He remembered now. It was the main building. The walls were practically red and Morgan had to wade through the blood on the floor. Bodies piled up and he thanks God when each one didn't turn out to be Reid.
He was outside now, zombies chasing the men he had been living and working with for two years. The chaos continued around him as if he was immune. Still no sign of Reid, but Morgan swore he could hear him.
"Look up dummy!"
Morgan followed the flagpole up to see Reid floating there in mid-air wearing a billowy white dress.
"You've got to be kidding me. You're my 'guardian angel'?"
"Who said anything about that? Maybe I"m a cross dresser who likes this view."
"I'd still love you Reid."
"I love you too."
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Penelope estimated they would arrive at the commune in one day if they kept up with the rigorous driving schedule that... The one put into effect after Weedsville.
"Would one of you mind driving two shifts?" she asked. "I... I don't think I can."
"I'll do it," Morgan said.
"Thank you." She pulled a tissue from her sleeve and dabbed the new set of tears threatening to fall. Reid hugged her tightly as she allowed herself to cry again.
Emotionally drained, she fell asleep quickly during Morgan's second shift. J.J. had also laid down, but Reid was wide awake sitting Indian style on the floor next to Morgan.
"You don't mind?" he asked looking up.
"Mind what?"
"Taking a few days before hitting the road again?"
"No, not at all. I think it's a good idea. I trust you. You're my guardian angel."
"What?" Reid looked at Morgan as if he'd gone crazy.
"Nevermind. Reid, there's something I should tell you."
"Oh no. I knew it! You're pregnant."
"Reid, I'm seriously. It's about Emily."
"Oh." Reid's smile faded and he looked back down.
"You should know that she stole the virus for whoever released it."
"Morgan, that's not funny. We just buried her for fuck's sake!"
"Do you think I would fucking joke about something like this?" Morgan asked through gritted teeth, his knuckles turning white on the wheel.
"Why?" Reid asked quietly, his anger gone.
"I don't know. It was a paying job. She said she didn't know what it was she was stealing, and I believe her. She didn't say what company it was, though."
"That's killing you, isn't it?"
"Yeah. If she would have said it before she... I could have..."
"Morgan, there is nothing you could have done. What's done is done."
"I know, Reid. I can't help it though." Morgan looked down at Reid and smiled. "I love you." They hadn't said the actual three words yet, but now was a good a time as any. Every attack reminded Morgan a bit more about his own mortality.
"You damn well better," said Reid. "A white picket fence is commitment. You better believe it."
Morgan laughed. "I'm in for the long haul." He steered with one hand as he lowered his right one to intertwine his fingers with Reid's.
"I love you too," Reid whispered and it sounded as beautiful as it did in Morgan's dream.
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The commune looked like it was built in the 1960's... as long as you ignored the steel wall surrounding it with two watch towers near the entrance.
As J.J. had said the commune was built and maintained by the residents who had no help from the government. This was a major upside to some who blamed the government for the outbreak, not dealing with it in a timely manner or both.
The gate opened once the people inside were sure the four of them were clean. They were greeted by a middle aged man with his glasses perched on the edge of his nose.
"Hello, welcome. I'm so glad you could make it," he said shaking each of their hands. "I'm Jason Gideon, founder of Utopia, South Dakota. Please come in. We'll help you with your luggage."
As some of the other residents helped carry in J.J. and Penelope's bags, Reid leaned over and whispered to Morgan, "Gideon means 'mighty warrior' in Hebrew. Kind of ironic, eh?"
Morgan chuckled and said, "Be nice. We want to relax, remember?"
"Yes Dad."
"Please don't call me Dad. That's creepy."
"You mean kinky."
Gideon showed them to their hut and informed them dinner was in one hour. The hut was spacious with a living area and two bedrooms. Morgan and Reid insisted J.J. and Penelope pick their rooms now and they would camp out on the floor. They started unpacking and then headed to the mess hall.
The discussion during dinner eventually came to the stories of Utopia's new guests. J.J. and Penelope told theirs and Morgan shook his head when it was his turn.
"I'd rather not," he said.
"Aw, why not?" asked Hayley, one of the residents.
"It's okay," Reid said. "Morgan and I are eloping to Chicago where he'll go back to being a buff cop and I'm going to finish my doctorate whilst we living in our house with a white picket fence."
"Doctorate?" asked another resident, Tobias, skeptically.
"He's a genius," replied Morgan, "but he's not smart when it comes to tact."
Gideon laughed. "Well, I wish the best of luck to both of you. I propose a toast - to new friends."
"To new friends."
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"Tact?" asked Reid as they lay in their sleeping bags.
"You know what it is," joked Morgan.
"Is it my fault I want to show off?"
"No. Now go to sleep." Morgan kissed Reid and closed his eyes. There may have been monsters behind his eyelids, but for the first time in weeks he could sleep without all the worry. Still, he kept his gun in one hand and Reid in the other.