Fic: Revisited, Chapter 3 (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan)
Title: Revisited, Chapter 3
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Notes: Contains several references to Three Signs
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
“Did you know they were….?” Morgan asked carefully.
“Identical? No.” Reid couldn’t tear his eyes away from the picture. “Did you know Monozygotic twins have nearly identical DNA? Differing environmental influences throughout their lives affect which genes are activated. It’s called epigenetic modification. The number of epigenetic differences between MZ twins increases with age, but-” The genius’s mouth seemed to be working on it’s on.
“Pretty Boy.”
Reid closed his eyes and took few deep breaths. “Sorry. It’s just so….”
“Weird.”
“I wasn’t going to say that.”
“But it is weird.”
“Doesn’t change anything. I’ll send him my letter and that’s it.”
“It better be. The first guy who looked like that was a total Looney Toon, who knows what that one is like.”
”Morgan.”
“You know how likely it is for mental illnesses to show up in the members of the same family. The brother can be just as nutty as he was!”
“I know exactly how likely it is for mental illnesses to show up twice in the same family. And I really didn’t want a reminder right now.” Reid shoved his laptop to Morgan and got up from the bed. He was gone before Morgan finally figured out the point where he had put his foot in his mouth.
When Morgan found him sitting in the living room few minutes later, the genius was watching the beginning of Lord of the Rings. Clooney was laying next to him, giving Morgan the evil eye.
“Baby?”
Clooney showed him his teeth and growled. Reid didn’t answer.
“I’m sorry.”
More growling.
“I know you’re upset, you’re watching Lord of the Rings.”
“That doesn’t prove anything.” Reid finally said.
“I know you, that’s your sulking ritual. You put on Lord of the Rings, or Star Trek or some crappy old sci-fi movie, and pout.”
“I don’t pout.”
“Are you gonna listen to me?”
“I already did.” Reid grabbed Clooney and held him like a weapon. “Don’t interrupt my movie.”
“Or else? You’ll cover me with Clooney’s drool? Are you gonna say you got a gun and you`re not afraid to use it?”
“Clooney?” Reid gave the dog a nod and he began to bark at Morgan.
“You’ve coached him!”
“Yeah, so don’t make any sudden moves.”
“He’s my dog!”
“He’s my guard dog.” Reid continued watching his movie and Clooney curled up in his lap.
“How long are you gonna give me the silent treatment?”
“How long have you been thinking I may go crazy anytime and anywhere?”
“I didn’t think that!”
“That’s what it sounded like.”
“I was talking about the psycho twins, not you.”
“You seemed to have some pretty strong opinions on genetically passed mental disorders.”
“In general, I wasn’t talking about you.”
“If you talked about it in general, it also covers me.”
“Why do you have to me this such a big deal?”
“Because it is a big deal to me. It’s hard enough to keep telling myself I’m sane, without my boyfriend doubting it.”
“I didn’t doubt it!”
“Shut up, we’re going to the Shire.”
“What?”
“I’m watching a movie. I better watch it now, when I can still understand it. Who knows, maybe they’ll show it in the looneybin between wickerbasket sessions….”
Morgan decided to seek shelter in the kitchen and tried to come up with something he could offer as a goodwill gesture. He ended up pulling out a bag of doggie treats from the cupboard. After few minutes of careful consideration he added a bag of gummy bears to his offerings.
He came went back to the living room and tangled the candy bag in front of the genius.
“I’m sorry. Really, really big-i-big-i sorry….” He chirped in a sing-along voice. Off the note, but that was hardly the key issue.
“Morgan, I’m not a kid. I have no reason to respond to baby talk.”
“Yeah, but I thought I should try this approach too.”
“Well, you would have to come up with something better than a small bag of gummy bears.”
“This is a king-size bag.”
“To me, that’s a small bag.”
“Okay. How bout…. gummy bears, tub of ice-cream, sprinkles, and chocolate sauce.”
“Is that your final offer?”
“All that plus some popcorn and a big, fat Sorry on top.”
“Is that the best you can come up with?”
“All that and a big naked me on top?”
“On top?”
“Any way you want.”
Reid couldn’t control himself anymore. He started giggling.
“Okay, offer accepted.”
“I’m out of the doghouse?”
“Yeah. But you may have to do some more sweet talking to get on Clooney’s good side.”