Fic: Threats (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner)
Title: Threats
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Aaron Hotchner
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Folloes:
Damage Control, Chapter 1
Damage Control, Chapter 2
Damage Control, Chapter 3
Damage Control, Epilogue
“That was definitely not what I had in mind when I said we should try something we’ve never done before.” Morgan complained when they were driving home.
“Didn’t you like it?” Reid grinned. “I thought it was interesting.”
“Five hours of lectures about the interpretation and analysis of gay and lesbian poetry is not what I call fun. Some of those poets were creepier than our unsubs.”
“They weren’t.”
“They were. Like that woman who kept repeating that her vulva was the centre of civilisation, flexing in preparation for the flood of femininity to bring it to life. What does that even mean?”
“Well-”
“Don’t answer that. And that guy who called himself a clear spring day just waiting for a maypole.” Morgan paused. “Actually, that does make sense…. in some really weird way….”
“Come on, I saw you talking to that old guy after his lecture. You looked pretty interested.”
“That wasn’t interest, that was panic. He tried to grope me every time I turned my back.”
“He was over eighty, maybe he’s slightly senile.”
“You didn’t hear his glowing speech about his accomplishments after he started using Viagra. There`s no fool like an old fool, and in this case there’s no perv like an old perv.”
“So, in a nutshell, you didn’t have any fun.” Reid summarised.
“I didn’t say that. I enjoyed the buffet.” Morgan guided the car to the driveway and they got out. While he was trying to dig his keys from his pocket, Reid’s cell phone went off.
“Reid. Hey, where are you?” He marched through the door as soon as Morgan got it open and went straight upstairs. Morgan got the message and let him have his conversation in private. He went to the laundry room to release Clooney from his temporary location. Ten minutes later when both he and Clooney were crunching serials in the kitchen, Reid stomped downstairs. Morgan took one look at him and the alarm bells started ringing. The look on the genius’s face was absolutely murderous. Usually it took a lot to get him even slightly angry, but this was pure rage.
“What’s going on?”
“I need to do something. I’ll be back.” Reid picked his car keys from the bowl and left before Morgan had time to react. By the time he got up and followed him to the foyer, Reid was already gone.
Morgan was about to go after him when he noticed Reid’s cell phone on the table. He picked it up and scanned down the list of received calls. Last call was from Chad. Small pieces connected in Morgan’s head. He took his own car keys and hurried out.
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Morgan`s suspisions were confirmed when he spotted Reid`s car in front of Hotch`s house. The front door was slightly open and Reid’s voice echoed all the way to the driveway.
“-what were you thinking?”
Morgan walked in and closed the door. Both Reid and Hotch turned to look at him.
“What’s with the World War III?” Morgan tried to sound calm, but Reid looked about ready explode. “I could hear you all the way to the street.”
“He delegated his courses here to other instructors.”
“Who?”
“Chad. Because he said he has no reason to come back here anytime soon.”
“You mean-”
“I mean that Hotch blabbed about how he couldn’t stop thinking about some other people in bed. No wonder he left!” Reid’s voice was going up again and his face was red like a fire engine. His whole body was shaking furiously. He turned to Hotch, pointing an accusing finger at him. “I`m warning you. If you hurt him I’ll make sure you’ll pay for it.”
“How?” Hotch couldn’t stop grinning. The situation was ridiculous and he felt bad for both Reid and Chad, but the thought of Reid making threats was so against his nature, that it was almost funny.
“I’ll ask Garcia to make some additions to the department newsletter about your little toy collection.”
“What do you mean?”
“The one in your bedside drawer.”
“How the hell do you know about that?”
“Chad told me all the juicy details. Fix it or she’ll make sure everyone at the office knows just how much Aaron Hotchner enjoys twelve inches of black plastic. Chad is a great guy, and if you hurt him any more than you already have, you’re in a lot of trouble.”
Reid finally paused to take a breath. He turned around and left, leaving Hotch and Morgan to stare at his back.
“Wow…..” Morgan sighed. “Never seen that side before.”
“Me neither.” Hotch agreed.
“That was hot….” Morgan almost slipped into his own thoughts.
“Yeah….”
“Hey!” Morgan snapped back to reality.
“Sorry.”
“So what are you gonna do now?”
“No idea.”
“Well, you better figure out something, or he’ll do what he said he would and a lot more.” Once again certain dirty mental images threatened to take over his head.
“Morgan?”
“Hmmmm.”
“Morgan?”
“What?”
“You looked like had a seizure or something.”
“Sorry, I had this weird picture in my head and I can’t get rid of it…..”
“What is it?”
“Angry Reid with a liquorice whip….”
“Morgan, you’re spacing out again.”
“Can’t help it. Anyway, you get on with your problem I need to stop by at the candy store on the way home.”