Fic: Adjustments of Lifestyle, Chapter 2/2 (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid/ Derek Morgan)
Title: Adjustments of Lifestyle 2/2
Author: FinnishSphinx
Rating: PG
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairings: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: They are not mine, just using them for amusement...
"Where the hell are you?" Morgan snapped his cell phone shut and took a deep
breath to calm down. Reid`s cell was still off, and Morgan had no idea what to
do. After Reid had disappeared from the parking lot, Morgan had searched the
surroundings, then came to their place, incase Reid had simply took a cab and
gone home. Except that Reid hadn`t done that. He was nowhere to be found,
and he didn`t answer his phone.
Morgan fiddled with his phone. If he didn`t hear from Reid pretty soon, he would
have to call Hotch. Then suddenly his phone rang.
"Reid?"
"No. It`s me." Hotch`s voice was easy to recognize, but this time it didn`t sound
the way it usually did. Something was wrong, but Morgan couldn`t say what it
was. "Get to the office. As quickly as you can."
"Do we have a case? I kinda have something going on-"
"Just get to the office." Hotch ended the call before Morgan could say anything
more about his situation with Reid.
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When Morgan got to the bullpen, he took a long look around. All the team
members were missing. There was just Hotch, who was waiting for him at
the door of his office.
"Where is everyone? I thought-"
"My office, now." Hotch guided him to a chair, and sat down on the edge of the
table. His hands were folded against his chest, and his face was a perfect picture
of self restriction. To Morgan he looked like warning sign before a storm.
"I want an straight answer, and I want it right now. Was it you?"
"What are you talking about-"
"Reid. When I came here this morning to catch up with my paperwork, one of the
night watchmen came to talk to me, wondering why one of my men comes here
at three AM, when there`s nobody else around. Then I found Reid in the locker
room."
"You found him?" Morgan leaped up from his chair, but Hotch pushed him
back down.
"Yes, I found him. I found him looking like he had been there crying his eyes out
for the most of the morning, and his wrist is black and blue. I want an honest answer.
Did you do that to him?" Hotch leaned down closer to Morgan and stared at him.
"What! No, of course I didn`t!" Morgan tried to stay calm. "Look, we went out last
night.When I wasn`t in the table, some jerk tried to hit on him and he freaked out
and left. I`ve been trying to find him all night and he wasn`t answering his cell
phone!"
Hotch looked relieved and sighed. "I think it`s better if you go get him and take him
home. I doubt he got any sleep last night."
Morgan got up from his chair, but Hotch stopped him a t the door.
"Morgan, you do understand why I asked you that?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Go and take care of him, okay? You know what he`s gone through during the past
few years. He doesn`t need any more baggage to carry with him."
"Hotch, he`s stronger then he looks."
"I know he is. That`s why I`m worried. Weak ones flex and mend. Strong ones can
break with one small blow."
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Reid hadn`t said anything on the way home. Morgan guided him though the door
and to the living room, where Reid slumped down on the couch, and kept his eyes
on the floor.
"Pretty Boy, I know your tired, but we need to get this right."
Reid gulped and nodded.
"What did you mean in the parking lot? When you said that I know who you are
and who I am."
"I meant that... Morgan, we are total opposites. We work together but that`s the
only thing we have in common. I feel like I..."
"You what?"
"I feel like I`m suppressing you. You try to live my way, and give up those things
that you loved to do. Sooner or later you realize that you`ve given up too much,
and your not happy with me anymore." The last few words were muffled by
new tears.
Morgan moved closer to him and wrapped him arm around his waist, pulling him
closer. "Listen to me. Your missing a key factor here. Okay, I don`t go out as much
as I used to, but you never asked me to do that. Didn`t it ever occur to you, that
maybe I rather spend my time with you then go clubbing?"
Reid stared at him and looked stunned. "You.. What if..."
"Don`t start with the What Ifs. Both of us have been so close to danger, that we
should know better than to think about `What Ifs`. And I am happy with you."
"You are..?" Reid`s eyes were once again fixed to the floor.
"I am, Pretty Boy. And your happy with me, aren`t you?"
Reid gave him a little smile, and Morgan could feel relief taking over his body.
"I am. I honestly am. Sometimes I just... freak out... and I let things get out of
proportion. I`m sorry."
Morgan grinned and pulled Reid against him, wrapping his arms around his fragile
body. "Babe, there`s nothing to be sorry about." For a while both of them just held on
to each other, enjoying the sense of relief and warmth.
"Come on, let`s get some ointment for your wrist, and then we should go bed.
I think we could both use some rest."
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The music turned from junky jungle beat to a soothing slow song. Reid looked
from their table how majority of the people on the dance floor headed over to
the bar.
"I had no idea they play this type of music." Reid commented.
"They do it couple times, mostly before last call. You wanna try?"
"Slow dancing?" Reid turned red and started stammering. "I don`t even know
how to dance under normal circumstances, not to mention this kind of-"
"Calm down. It`s not even really dancing. It`s just an excuse to be close and
sway. Come on, your in good hands."
Reid considered this for a while, but finally cracked a smile. "Okay, I`ll try."
Morgan lead him to the centre of the dance floor and positioned his hands on Reid`s
back, pulling him close. Reid listened to the music and tried to follow Morgan`s lead.
After a while his hands found a comfortable spot on Morgan`s waist.
"Not so bad, isn`t it?" Morgan whispered to his ear.
"No..." Reid sighed. "Can we..."
"What?"
"Can we try this again when we get home?"
Morgan chuckled. "Definitely, Pretty Boy."