Fic: Past Record, Chapter 3 (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan)
Title: Past Record, Chapter 3
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
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Past Record, Chapter 1
Past Record, Chapter 2
“That’s it. Both of you, Shut Up.”
The argument stopped, but Morgan and Chad were still shooting daggers at each other over the table.
“We got here twenty minutes ago, and after that you two have compared your careers, cars, size of your genitalia, black belts, how much you can bench-press, and who knows what else. I don’t care if we have to eat the whole meal in silence, but if I hear any more of that testosterone loaded verbal cockfight, I’ll leave you two to eat alone.”
Morgan and Chad both nodded reluctantly.
The peacekeeping mission was interrupted by Reid’s cell phone and he pulled it out to check the caller ID.
“I have to take this.” Reid gave the duo a suspicious glance. “Can I leave you two alone for five minutes?”
Again, the two man nodded simultaneously, but the hostile glances between them didn’t pause. Reid got up and headed to the lobby.
Few minutes later one of the waitresses came to talk to him, looking absolutely panicking.
----------------------------------------------------
Reid stepped out of the car as soon as Morgan had pulled it to the driveway. By the time Morgan got to the door, the genius was already inside.
“Babe?”
Nobody answered so Morgan followed the faint glint of the kitchen light. Reid was leaning against the sink holding two icepacks against his face, covering it completely.
“Babe, you didn’t say anything in the car. How are you feeling?”
“First I felt like a kindergarten teacher, then I felt like a boxing referee.”
“We didn’t see you!”
“That’s a very poor excuse for doing something like that in the middle of a packed restaurant.”
The doorbell rang, eliciting a frustrated moan from both of them.
“Are you expecting company?” Morgan asked.
“I didn’t even expect to be home so early.”
Morgan went to open the door. As soon as he had done that, a bouncy blond marched in like an invasion tank.
“Hello, kitties.” Garcia greeted. “Where’s the brainiac?”
“In the kitchen, but-”
“Great, I came to return his Star Trek DVDs. I never thought they could get Kevin more excited than I can-” She paused when she saw Reid. She just stared at him with her mouth open for a minute. Reid’s swollen face had quickly turned from green to dark blue. “Honey, what the hell happened to you?”
Reid simple pointed to Morgan.
Garcia swirled around and smacked Morgan on the head with her bag. Over and over again.
“Mama! It wasn’t- Don’t- would you stop that!”
“You shut up because I’ll kick your ass all the way from here to Helsinki!”
“Garcia, it wasn’t what you’re thinking.” Reid interrupted.
“It wasn’t?” She asked sceptically and stopped beating Morgan. “Then what was it?”
“Let’s go to the living room, my head`s getting dizzy.” Reid took a water bottle and couple painkillers and lead her to the living room. He slouched down on the couch and groaned.
“Okay, so why are you looking like you were run over by an ice cream truck?” Garcia sat down next to him. She was still shooting glances at Morgan.
“Remember Chad? He was in Quantico some time ago running a training course.”
“The yummy ChokoTwin? How could I forget?”
“He’s here for few weeks and he invited us to check out this new restaurant with him.”
“Translation: That creep was trying to get in his pants.” Morgan intercepted.
“Anyway, as soon as we get in those two start arguing.”
“We weren’t arguing we were comparing.”
“Then my phone rang and I had to leave to answer it. Little bit later a waitress came to me and asked me to calm down my companions who were having a fistfight in the middle of the restaurant.”
Garcia chuckled uncontrollably. “You have to tell me your secret! I wanna know how you get two muscular chocolaty stallions to fight over you.”
“It sounds a lot better than it actually was. I went back to our table and those two were punching each other, they didn’t even notice I was back. I tried to separate the two and I ended up between two fists.”
“You mean….?”
“They both punched me simultaneously.”
“HoneyBunny!” Garcia turned to Morgan again and punched him on the shoulder. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“He started it!”
“How did he start it?”
“He said some stuff.”
“What stuff?”
“Just some stuff.”
“Morgan.” Garcia sounded like a strict Midwestern schoolmarm. “What did he say?”
“He called Reid…..”
“What did he call him?”
“Pretty Boy.”
“So?”
“That’s my thing!”
“Actually he called me that before I even met you.” Reid grinned.
“Two identical YummyScrimps who even talk the same way…. I think I’m gonna start lactating….” Garcia commented.
“While you do that, I’ll go take a shower. I want to go get some sleep.” Reid got up and groaned. “I shouldn’t have sat down. My rear end is still tender.”
“Morgan!” Garcia was about to start smacking him with her bag again.
“It wasn’t my fault!” Morgan grabbed a couch cushion to shield himself.
“It was.” Reid said. “When I experienced that double impact, I fell down to the floor. On that previously mentioned body part.”
----------------------------------------------------
When Reid emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in an oversized bathrobe Morgan was waiting in the hallway.
“Garcia went home.” Morgan informed him, and then paused. “You…. You want me to sleep in the guest room?”
“No.” Reid stated. “I haven’t slept alone since we moved in together, and I’m not going to start now. But I’m still mad at you.”
“Okay.”
“And you’re not getting any sex for some time.”
“Okay.”
“And you’ll apologise Chad.”
“No way.”
“Guest room.”
“Fine, I’ll call him tomorrow.”
TBC