Fic: Damage Control, Epilogue (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan)
Title: Damage Control, Epilogue
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Aaron Hotchner
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Damage Control, Chapter 1
Damage Control, Chapter 2
Damage Control, Chapter 3
Morgan jumped up and scanned the bedroom. The clock on the nightstand said ten thirty, and Reid was nowhere to be seen. He picked up his boxers from the floor and headed downstairs. Reid was busy in the kitchen, stirring a mysterious looking substance in a large pot.
He leaned against the genius’s back, wrapping his arm around his waist and setting his head on his shoulder.
“Whatcha cooking?”
“I found this cooking-for-dummies recipe for a Cajun dish, and I thought it would be nice to actually make something for a change instead of take-out.”
“What`s it called?”
“Gumbo.”
“I’ve heard about it, but I’ve never tried it. When is it ready?”
“I haven’t even put all the ingredients in.”
“Can I do something?”
“You could shred the peppers.”
“How small are they supposed to be?”
“I’m not sure. Just cut the head off and slice the rest of it to pieces. And don’t eat it raw.”
“How fiery are they?” Morgan took the cutting board and started chopping.
“I don’t know, I haven’t tried them.”
Morgan took a small piece and put it to his mouth. The reaction was almost instantaneous. He leaped to the sink to spit the piece out.
“Hot?” Reid asked calmly, like he had almost expected this to happen. Morgan didn’t answer, he was too busy rinsing his mouth under the tap.
“If you burn your mouth, you’re supposed to rinse it with milk, not water.” Reid took a glass of milk from the table and gave it to Morgan. He downed the whole glass with one gulp.
“Why do you keep glasses of milk around?” He asked when he could get his mouth to operate again.
“It was a precaution. When I cook something spicy and I ask you not to eat it, you put it in your mouth. Same thing every time.”
“I don’t do that.”
“You do that, and you’ve always been like that.”
“How do you know?”
“Your mom told me. By the way, she called.”
“When?”
“Maybe an hour ago. Just after I got back from walking Clooney.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“She just wanted to chat, so we had a chat.”
“She didn’t ask for me?”
“She did but we didn’t want to wake you.”
“So how is she?”
“She’s good, and your sisters too. You’re expected to go there for her birthday, or she’ll send some of your most embarrassing baby pictures to Garcia.”
“Sounds like my mom…. What about Hotch?”
“She didn’t ask about him.”
“I mean have you heard from him after last night?”
“Yeah, I called him.”
“And he found Chad?”
"Yeah."
“Did you figure out what it was about?”
“They had some kind of a fight last night and he walked out. They made up, but…. I don’t think it helped much.”
“What do you mean?”
“They were supposed to spend the weekend together. Chad drove four hours for that. And he left this morning after one nigh. I have no idea what’s going on, but that doesn’t look very promising.”