Title: Zoom In 1/2 (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan)
Title: Zoom In (1/2)
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Disclaimer: not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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J.J. and Prentiss were staring at it with their mouths hanging open. First Reid
had bounced in looking absolutely panicking, then Morgan had followed him to
the bullpen. As soon as Morgan got close, Reid changed his route and headed
out again.
Morgan had grabbed Reid’s hand to stop him.
“Pretty Boy, would you just listen-”
“Don’t call me that you…. you…” For once Reid seemed to be speechless.
“…you oversexed, twisted pervert!” Reid pulled his hand away and practically
ran out.
By the time Morgan got to the elevators, he was already gone.
“What was that….?” J.J. marvelled.
“No idea, but it was entertaining.” Prentiss commented. “Too bad we didn’t
have popcorn.”
Morgan was about to say something when they heard a familiar voice thought
the in-house speaker system. “Agent Derek “YummyTush” Morgan, report
immediately to your high commander for a thorough spanking. If the Queen
has to wait more than five minutes, I’ll threw a cavity search to the mix, too.”
“I think she means it.” Prentiss suppressed a giggle.
“Believe me, she does.” Morgan groaned.
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“I’m here.” Morgan announced when he walked to Garcia’s lair.
“Good boy. You got something you wanna share with me?” Garcia leaned back
in her chair and fiddled with fluffy pen. “Do I need to remind you that the Oracle
of Quantico sees everything and hears everything? Especially when it’s played
in front of the security cameras.”
“We just had a little argument, that’s all.”
“You made our doctor Reid so speechless he couldn’t work up a decent babble.
That’s not a little argument.”
“I suggested something and he didn’t like it.”
“Body painting with those edible paints?”
“No.”
“Liquorice handcuffs?”
“No. Nothing edible, but after those suggestions you and don’t seem to have
that much in common when it comes to sex….”
“You’ll never know…. So what did you suggest?”
“Nothing horrible, I just got the idea when Reid was away on one of those lecture
trips. And I did it with some of my old girlfriends, and they were fine with it.”
“Phone sex?”
“No. We tried that once, but it didn’t really work.”
“What do you mean it didn’t work?”
“Well… We started talking, and it got pretty hot and then….”
“Then?”
“Then I told him some things I wanted to do to him and he started explaining
why it was physically impossible. We both got to the finishing line but it really
wasn’t something I would like to try again.”
“Are you finally gonna tell me what you suggested?”
“Like I said I got the idea when he was away, I wanted something to keep me
company.”
“Don’t tell me….”
“Don’t tell you what?”
“That you bought one of those kits.”
“What kits?”
“Those do-it-yourself-kits. You know, you make a plaster cast of your manhood
and then use it to made a sextoy-”
“Mama! Where the hell did you get that idea?”
“I know couple guys who did that.”
“Could you focus on this for a minute?”
“I’m all ears, HoneyBunny.”
“I suggested we make a…. home video.”
Garcia stared at him for a minute. Then she started laughing.
“Mama, it’s not funny.”
“Maybe not for you. And apparently not for our Brainiac. You remember what
he was like when I had my Christmas party last year? When I tried to take
pictures he practically barricaded himself to the bathroom. He doesn’t like
cameras, you should know that by now.”
“Yeah, I know that, but I don’t get it. He looks good and it’s not like anyone
else would ever see it.”
“You really shouldn’t say that….”
“Why?”
“Because people always say that, and then those tapes end up in the internet.
Remember Pamela and that rapper…. whatever his name was.”
“Rapper? I thought it was a rocker.”
“No, that was a different tape… Anyway, how are you gonna handle this?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, if that doesn’t work out, I can help you.”
“Really? How?”
“Next time he goes away for work, call me. I’ll borrow you some surveillance
footage from the communal showers.”
“Are you serious?”
“Maybe.” Garcia giggled. “Let’s just say…. Next time you bend over to pick up
the soap, think of me.”
TBC
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Disclaimer: not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Criminal Minds Main List
J.J. and Prentiss were staring at it with their mouths hanging open. First Reid
had bounced in looking absolutely panicking, then Morgan had followed him to
the bullpen. As soon as Morgan got close, Reid changed his route and headed
out again.
Morgan had grabbed Reid’s hand to stop him.
“Pretty Boy, would you just listen-”
“Don’t call me that you…. you…” For once Reid seemed to be speechless.
“…you oversexed, twisted pervert!” Reid pulled his hand away and practically
ran out.
By the time Morgan got to the elevators, he was already gone.
“What was that….?” J.J. marvelled.
“No idea, but it was entertaining.” Prentiss commented. “Too bad we didn’t
have popcorn.”
Morgan was about to say something when they heard a familiar voice thought
the in-house speaker system. “Agent Derek “YummyTush” Morgan, report
immediately to your high commander for a thorough spanking. If the Queen
has to wait more than five minutes, I’ll threw a cavity search to the mix, too.”
“I think she means it.” Prentiss suppressed a giggle.
“Believe me, she does.” Morgan groaned.
---------------------------------------------
“I’m here.” Morgan announced when he walked to Garcia’s lair.
“Good boy. You got something you wanna share with me?” Garcia leaned back
in her chair and fiddled with fluffy pen. “Do I need to remind you that the Oracle
of Quantico sees everything and hears everything? Especially when it’s played
in front of the security cameras.”
“We just had a little argument, that’s all.”
“You made our doctor Reid so speechless he couldn’t work up a decent babble.
That’s not a little argument.”
“I suggested something and he didn’t like it.”
“Body painting with those edible paints?”
“No.”
“Liquorice handcuffs?”
“No. Nothing edible, but after those suggestions you and don’t seem to have
that much in common when it comes to sex….”
“You’ll never know…. So what did you suggest?”
“Nothing horrible, I just got the idea when Reid was away on one of those lecture
trips. And I did it with some of my old girlfriends, and they were fine with it.”
“Phone sex?”
“No. We tried that once, but it didn’t really work.”
“What do you mean it didn’t work?”
“Well… We started talking, and it got pretty hot and then….”
“Then?”
“Then I told him some things I wanted to do to him and he started explaining
why it was physically impossible. We both got to the finishing line but it really
wasn’t something I would like to try again.”
“Are you finally gonna tell me what you suggested?”
“Like I said I got the idea when he was away, I wanted something to keep me
company.”
“Don’t tell me….”
“Don’t tell you what?”
“That you bought one of those kits.”
“What kits?”
“Those do-it-yourself-kits. You know, you make a plaster cast of your manhood
and then use it to made a sextoy-”
“Mama! Where the hell did you get that idea?”
“I know couple guys who did that.”
“Could you focus on this for a minute?”
“I’m all ears, HoneyBunny.”
“I suggested we make a…. home video.”
Garcia stared at him for a minute. Then she started laughing.
“Mama, it’s not funny.”
“Maybe not for you. And apparently not for our Brainiac. You remember what
he was like when I had my Christmas party last year? When I tried to take
pictures he practically barricaded himself to the bathroom. He doesn’t like
cameras, you should know that by now.”
“Yeah, I know that, but I don’t get it. He looks good and it’s not like anyone
else would ever see it.”
“You really shouldn’t say that….”
“Why?”
“Because people always say that, and then those tapes end up in the internet.
Remember Pamela and that rapper…. whatever his name was.”
“Rapper? I thought it was a rocker.”
“No, that was a different tape… Anyway, how are you gonna handle this?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, if that doesn’t work out, I can help you.”
“Really? How?”
“Next time he goes away for work, call me. I’ll borrow you some surveillance
footage from the communal showers.”
“Are you serious?”
“Maybe.” Garcia giggled. “Let’s just say…. Next time you bend over to pick up
the soap, think of me.”
TBC