Fic: Bagged (Criminal Minds, Reid / Morgan)
Title: Bagged
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
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Morgan reached over his desk to glare at it. Reid kept writing his report without even glancing at his direction, completely focused on his work. Morgan rolled his chair carefully closer. It was on the floor, leaning against Reid’s desk.
“Morgan.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Don’t even try.”
“I didn’t try anything.”
“You tried to take a peek. Don’t think I didn’t see that.”
“Well, you never show me!”
“Why do you need to see it?”
“Because it’s always around and I’ve never seen what you keep in there.”
“Stuff.”
“What kinda stuff?”
Reid let out a long sigh.
“Fine, I’ll show you.” He started to pull things out of his messenger bag. “Case files, pens, gummy bears, few paperbacks, my laptop, Clooney’s worming pills, bag of gummy bears, your spare boxers-”
“What are you doing with my boxers?” Morgan grabbed the pice of clothing in question from Reid. They were the same boxers his mother had sent him for Christmas.
“It’s just a precaution. Remember the mustard incident in that motel in Reno?”
“That was an accident.”
“And you never come prepared, you had to go commando for three days. And after that I had to listen your whining for another three days.”
“Hey, I was seriously chafed down there!”
“I know, you couldn’t stop talking about it.”
“You didn’t even spread the salve on me…..”
“I would have done that if you hadn’t made those noises. People in the next room thought we were doing something very questionable.”
“Like having sex? What’s so questionable about that?”
“You make that kind of noises in only two situations. When I’m treating your intimate areas with that salve and when we’re doing that thing that makes your eyes roll back for five minutes.”
“Fine, what else?”
“Nothing else, I just told you there’s just two occasions where you-”
“I mean what else in the bag.”
“Oh…. liquorice, more gummy bears, first aid kit, tweezers, couple bags of sugar-”
“You stash sugar in your bag?”
“Just these.” Reid dumped a pile of small dosage bags on the desk. “I grab some every time we’re in a coffee shop, just in case.”
“What do you do with them?”
“I eat them.” The genius looked at Morgan like the answer was completely obvious. “What else do you do with sugar?”
“You mean you eat it just like that?”
“It’s the quickest way to boost your blood sugar levels.”
“It’s also disgusting.”
“No more disgusting than your candy bars. And I don’t do the guilt round at the gym afterwards like you.”
“That’s because a stick figure looks fat next to you.”
“Morgan, you know what happens if you go on with that line of thought.”
“Night on the couch?”
“And Clooney gets to sleep on your pillow.”
“I won`t say a word.”
“Thank you. Gummy bear?”
“Another bag? How many of those do you have?”
“Few. I always keep at least couple bags here for emergencies.”
“Who needs gummy bears for emergencies?”
“That’s it, the tourist tour is over.” Reid started shoving things back into the messenger bag. “Move along.”
“You didn’t show me all you got there!”
“Your fault.”
“Come on…..”
“Morgan?”
“What?”
“Remember what your mom said when we were visiting her?”
“She said a lot of things.”
“She told you not to try the puppy eyes because I can do it so much better.”
“Okay, I remember.” He gave the messenger bag one more glance. “Just tell me one thing.”
“What?”
“Do you keep something interesting in there?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you ever gonna show me?”
“Nope.”
“Pretty Boy-”
“Don’t ask me about it, and I won’t ask why you carry women’s rose scented shower gel in your gymbag.”
“It smells good!”
“And the slogan for that stuff is: Release the woman in you.”
“Well…. It’s…. I mean…..” Morgan looked around the bullpen to find a distraction. His eyes went back and forth. “I was just…. I was gonna ask….You got any gummy bears?”