Fic: Birthday Gift, Chapter 2 (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan)
Title: Birthday Gift, Chapter 2
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairings: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are not mine, just using them for amusement...
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Chapter 1
“Reid, are you done with that resident list?” Hotch asked and walked past him to the bullpen. Reid added half a cup of sugar to his mug and took a sip.
“Yeah, made a list of those who fit the profile. It’s on my desk.” Reid said poured more sugar in. “We’re out of sugar.” He put the dish back and followed Hotch to his desk.
When he got to his desk, Hotch was standing next to it, holding an open envelope and a stack of prints. His hands were shaking and he looked like he was on the verge of a stroke. Alarm bells went off in Reid’s head. He checked the desk. The envelope with the resident list was still on the desk. He grabbed the photographs from Hotch and shoved them back to the envelope.
“Sorry, sorry, that was a wrong one. That was for Morgan’s birthday.” Reid stopped his babbling to look at Hotch. He was still immobile, staring at his hands where the pictures had been. “Are you okay?”
No response.
“Hotch?”
Nothing.
Reid waved his hand in front of Hotch`s face. He heard footsteps approaching and Prentiss walked in from the hallway.
“What’s going on here?”
“I’m not sure.” Reid said and hid the enveloped to his desks drawer.
“He looks like my uncle before they took him to the locked ward….” Prentiss mused.
“How long has he been like that?”
“Over a minute.”
“Okay, I’ll handle this.” She took a step back and stretched her hand. Then she slapped Hotch across the face.
That did the trick. Hotch sputtered and blinked, trying to realise what happened.
“Better now?” Prentiss asked.
“I think so….” Hotch held his reddening cheek. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” She smirked and headed to J.J.`s office.
“You…. You did that on purpose.” Hotch gave Reid a grumpy glare.
“I forgot that on my desk! I was going to give it to Morgan tomorrow.”
“So you…. got naked and….”
“They are artistically done!”
“Naked!” Hotch`s mind seemed to froze again. He escaped to the hallway.
Reid sighed and sat down on the desk. Few minutes later Garcia came in looking unusually puzzled.
“What’s going on with Hootchie-Pootchie?”
“Ummm…. I don’t know.” Reid lied and blushed. “Why do you ask?”
“I saw him in the hallway and he looked like a sleepwalker.”
“What do you mean?”
“He walked against the wall and didn’t even notice. Anyway, I got something for you.” She pulled a large photo album out of her bag. “I saw yours, so I thought it would be fair to show you mine.”
“Yours?”
“I told you I’ve been at Roger`s studio a lot of times. Take a look.” She opened the album and shuffled pages till she found the right one. “That`s the one I told you about.”
“You know….” Reid was blushing again. “…milkmaids don’t traditionally wear high heels and suspenders.”
“Artistic liberty.” Garcia shrugged. “I gave that one to Jonathan for Christmas when we were dating. He was the one who was on good terms with Jeremy.”
“What do you mea-” Greg paused. “Oh.”
“That’s what I said when I saw Jeremy for the first time.” She flipped the page. “And that’s me as a naughty secretary ready for some overtime. And a French maid.”
She kept flipping the pages and the red shade of Reid’s cheeks turner darker and darker.
“Astronaut, Cat in the Hat, Wonderwoman.” Garcia listed. “Catwoman, drill sargent-”
“I think I got the picture.” Reid said and took a step away. “If only I could get rid of it…”
“What?”
“Nothing. Did you call that buddy of yours about tomorrow?”
“Yep. We got a table and they’ll get us a free cake with candles, but they wont sing Happy Birthday.”
“Great….ummm….. Is everyone coming?”
“They better come.” Garcia grinned.
“Including Hotch?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Just curious.”
“Normally I would start probing that with a stick and stuff you to a test-tube, but I’ll let it go this time. What do you think of my legs?”
“What?”
Garcia pulled out the photo album and showed him the last page. “I didn’t show you the one of me as a naughty nurse.”
Reid looked at the picture. “That’s really not how you’re supposed to use the stethoscope.
“Who cares, what do you think of my legs?”
“They’re…. all over the place?”
“Look at my boobs. I was gonna have this one printed on my calling cards, but that tiny little space doesn’t really do it justice.”
TBC