Fic: "All They'd Lost" by kyrdwyn (G, Reid/Greenaway, Deathfic)
Title: All They'd Lost
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: G/FRA
Pairing: Reid/Greenaway
Spoilers: "The Fisher King 1 & 2", "Aftermath", "Jones"
Warnings: Deathfic
Beta: rambleinblue took a quick look at it, but no guarantees it's mistake free. :)
Summary: This time was for them, and for what they'd lost.
For criminal_prompt's "A Moment Lost" challenge
Reid's behavior all day had been odd. He was twitchy, like he'd been when still using the Dilaudid that no one on the team talked about. He kept looking at his watch, as if waiting for something. But he stayed at his desk until the official end of the work day, when he practically bolted from the office.
Sharing a glance with Prentiss, as he had often during the day, Morgan got up and followed Reid. They'd planned this at the coffee maker that morning when Reid's behavior had disturbed both of them. Prentiss had invited herself to lunch with Reid, and since he had made no protest, and no requests to stop anywhere, they figured whatever had Reid so out of sorts would probably be addressed after work.
Morgan stayed a few cars back from Reid as they left the Marine base that housed the FBI headquarters. Following Reid into Stafford, where he knew Reid lived, Morgan frowned as Reid pulled into the parking lot of a florist. Morgan found parking on the street and watched as Reid went into the shop. He was in there five minutes, and came back with a bouquet of all white flowers in his hand. Morgan grinned, wondering if he was tracking Reid to a date. If so, he was never going to let Reid know what happened. It would be too embarrassing for the kid. He considered stopping the tail, but hesitated, and when Reid's car pulled out of the florist shop, Morgan followed. This didn't feel like Reid was going on a date - the kid hadn't been nearly as nervous as he should have been. Anticipatory, yeah, but not nervous. Almost . . . sad.
Ten minutes later, Reid turned off the road and past the stone pillars of a cemetery entrance. Morgan blinked, but followed, trying to keep well back from Reid's ancient Volvo. Unfortunately, Reid pulled his car to the side of the road before Morgan could react, and he had to drive by, knowing Reid would see him. He sighed, then pulled over just beyond Reid's car, knowing he was caught.
He turned off the engine and looked in the side mirror. Reid had gotten out of his car and was leaning against the door, the flowers in his hand, looking toward Morgan. Morgan got out, locking the door and sticking his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Hey, kid," he said, trying for casual and knowing he was failing.
Reid didn't say anything, but he pulled two calla lilies from the bouquet in his hand and held them out to Morgan. "Here," he said. "You shouldn't go empty handed."
Morgan blinked, but took the flowers. "Go where?" he asked as Reid pushed himself away from the door and started up the cemetery walkway, past rows of flat grave markers and flower holders, not hesitating. Morgan followed, curious, as Reid walked up five rows and turned down the sixth, passing several markers before he stopped at one, kneeling down to carefully brush away debris from the plaque, setting half of the flowers he carried into the small holder.
Morgan knelt down next to him, looking at the marker, curious as to who Reid was honoring. He blinked as he read the inscription.
Baby Greenaway-Reid, March-May 2006.
"It was the nearest we could figure to to conception, but we knew the date..." Reid stopped and swallowed, looking away from Morgan.
"I didn't know," Morgan said, inanely, but he wasn't sure there was anything he could say at that point.
"Elle . . . she didn't either. Not when you went to Jamaica. She didn't find out until after Randall Garner, after she'd . . ." Reid trailed off, looking down at the marker.
Morgan wasn't sure what to say. Elle had never mentioned that she'd been pregnant, even after Randall Garner. A miscarriage would explain her emotional state on her last case with the BAU, considering it involved pregnant women.
"I didn't know, not until after she'd left." He paused, one finger running along the edge of the marker. "Not until after New Orleans."
Nodding, Morgan reached out, putting the lilies he held into the holder. "I'm sorry, Reid," he said softly.
"Thanks." Reid didn't look up, but Morgan could see a telltale sheen in his eyes. Reid was still grieving for his lost child, for the time he'd lost with his son or daughter. He could only imagine what Elle was still going through.
Morgan was silent for a moment. "You want me to wait for you?" he asked. If anything, he'd let Reid talk after he was done. He'd bet Reid hadn't told anyone about this, and keeping it all in wasn't good.
Reid bit his lip and glanced away. "No, I, ah, I'm going to visit with Elle for a bit," he said, standing, the second half of the flowers still in his hands.
"I didn't know she lived nearby," Morgan said, surprised.
Pushing a lock of hair behind his ear, Reid sighed. "Not exactly," he said, taking a step to the marker next to the baby's, kneeling down again, and putting the remainder of the flowers into the holder behind the plaque.
Morgan stilled. "No," he said softly. Reid didn't mean that . . .
Reid nodded. "Six months ago. She didn't want anyone else to know she was sick." He hadn't looked up from the marker, reaching out to brush dirt off it gently.
Morgan walked over to stand by Reid, looking down at Elle's memorial plaque, saying a silent goodbye to her, and silently promising to watch out for Reid. After a moment, he reached down to put a hand on Reid's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "I'll be waiting for you," he told him, before moving off, counting the markers back to the walkway. He'd come back to visit Elle himself another day. This time was for Reid, for him to spend with Elle and their child, time that would never make up for all the moments the three of them had lost.
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: G/FRA
Pairing: Reid/Greenaway
Spoilers: "The Fisher King 1 & 2", "Aftermath", "Jones"
Warnings: Deathfic
Beta: rambleinblue took a quick look at it, but no guarantees it's mistake free. :)
Summary: This time was for them, and for what they'd lost.
For criminal_prompt's "A Moment Lost" challenge
Reid's behavior all day had been odd. He was twitchy, like he'd been when still using the Dilaudid that no one on the team talked about. He kept looking at his watch, as if waiting for something. But he stayed at his desk until the official end of the work day, when he practically bolted from the office.
Sharing a glance with Prentiss, as he had often during the day, Morgan got up and followed Reid. They'd planned this at the coffee maker that morning when Reid's behavior had disturbed both of them. Prentiss had invited herself to lunch with Reid, and since he had made no protest, and no requests to stop anywhere, they figured whatever had Reid so out of sorts would probably be addressed after work.
Morgan stayed a few cars back from Reid as they left the Marine base that housed the FBI headquarters. Following Reid into Stafford, where he knew Reid lived, Morgan frowned as Reid pulled into the parking lot of a florist. Morgan found parking on the street and watched as Reid went into the shop. He was in there five minutes, and came back with a bouquet of all white flowers in his hand. Morgan grinned, wondering if he was tracking Reid to a date. If so, he was never going to let Reid know what happened. It would be too embarrassing for the kid. He considered stopping the tail, but hesitated, and when Reid's car pulled out of the florist shop, Morgan followed. This didn't feel like Reid was going on a date - the kid hadn't been nearly as nervous as he should have been. Anticipatory, yeah, but not nervous. Almost . . . sad.
Ten minutes later, Reid turned off the road and past the stone pillars of a cemetery entrance. Morgan blinked, but followed, trying to keep well back from Reid's ancient Volvo. Unfortunately, Reid pulled his car to the side of the road before Morgan could react, and he had to drive by, knowing Reid would see him. He sighed, then pulled over just beyond Reid's car, knowing he was caught.
He turned off the engine and looked in the side mirror. Reid had gotten out of his car and was leaning against the door, the flowers in his hand, looking toward Morgan. Morgan got out, locking the door and sticking his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Hey, kid," he said, trying for casual and knowing he was failing.
Reid didn't say anything, but he pulled two calla lilies from the bouquet in his hand and held them out to Morgan. "Here," he said. "You shouldn't go empty handed."
Morgan blinked, but took the flowers. "Go where?" he asked as Reid pushed himself away from the door and started up the cemetery walkway, past rows of flat grave markers and flower holders, not hesitating. Morgan followed, curious, as Reid walked up five rows and turned down the sixth, passing several markers before he stopped at one, kneeling down to carefully brush away debris from the plaque, setting half of the flowers he carried into the small holder.
Morgan knelt down next to him, looking at the marker, curious as to who Reid was honoring. He blinked as he read the inscription.
Baby Greenaway-Reid, March-May 2006.
"It was the nearest we could figure to to conception, but we knew the date..." Reid stopped and swallowed, looking away from Morgan.
"I didn't know," Morgan said, inanely, but he wasn't sure there was anything he could say at that point.
"Elle . . . she didn't either. Not when you went to Jamaica. She didn't find out until after Randall Garner, after she'd . . ." Reid trailed off, looking down at the marker.
Morgan wasn't sure what to say. Elle had never mentioned that she'd been pregnant, even after Randall Garner. A miscarriage would explain her emotional state on her last case with the BAU, considering it involved pregnant women.
"I didn't know, not until after she'd left." He paused, one finger running along the edge of the marker. "Not until after New Orleans."
Nodding, Morgan reached out, putting the lilies he held into the holder. "I'm sorry, Reid," he said softly.
"Thanks." Reid didn't look up, but Morgan could see a telltale sheen in his eyes. Reid was still grieving for his lost child, for the time he'd lost with his son or daughter. He could only imagine what Elle was still going through.
Morgan was silent for a moment. "You want me to wait for you?" he asked. If anything, he'd let Reid talk after he was done. He'd bet Reid hadn't told anyone about this, and keeping it all in wasn't good.
Reid bit his lip and glanced away. "No, I, ah, I'm going to visit with Elle for a bit," he said, standing, the second half of the flowers still in his hands.
"I didn't know she lived nearby," Morgan said, surprised.
Pushing a lock of hair behind his ear, Reid sighed. "Not exactly," he said, taking a step to the marker next to the baby's, kneeling down again, and putting the remainder of the flowers into the holder behind the plaque.
Morgan stilled. "No," he said softly. Reid didn't mean that . . .
Reid nodded. "Six months ago. She didn't want anyone else to know she was sick." He hadn't looked up from the marker, reaching out to brush dirt off it gently.
Morgan walked over to stand by Reid, looking down at Elle's memorial plaque, saying a silent goodbye to her, and silently promising to watch out for Reid. After a moment, he reached down to put a hand on Reid's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "I'll be waiting for you," he told him, before moving off, counting the markers back to the walkway. He'd come back to visit Elle himself another day. This time was for Reid, for him to spend with Elle and their child, time that would never make up for all the moments the three of them had lost.