Memoriam (1/1)
Title: Memoriam (1/1)
Author: ar_poe
Rating: G/PG
Pairing: Reid-centric, Morgan/Reid
Summary: "I've never seen him like this."
Warnings: Slash - an established Morgan/Reid relationship. Spoilers for 'Memoriam.'
A/N: So, since I'm mourning the completion of my first fic, A Well Respected Man, I figured I'd get to some of the fluff fic requests I've had waiting. Also because I can't do much else while my laundry is washing. Enjoy! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Warnings: Spoilers for 'Memoriam.' An established Morgan/Reid relationship.
“We need to speak to William Reid.”
I watched as Spencer made his way down the hallway and to the men's bathroom off to the left, walking too quickly to really go unnoticed, his hands fumbling with whatever contact they could find - his bag, the hem of his shirt.
I looked to Rossi. “I've never seen him like this.” Rossi looked away then and gave the secretary a small smile. “Just give us a second.” I nodded once to Rossi and made my way to the bathroom to check on Spencer.
Even though I'm sure the bathroom had more than one stall, I decided to knock on the outside door anyway, placing my head closely to the door for any sign Spencer may give. He remained silent however, and I couldn't hear a thing. I walked in then, finding Spencer at the small porcelain sink, hands on each side, looking down the drain.
“Spence?”
He looked over to me then, hair falling in his face, and leaned up off the counter.
“You know we don't have to do this.” I said quietly.
“I have to, Derek.” He replied just as quietly. “I just... Can't believe he's been in Vegas all this time. Just a few minutes away... 11. 8 miles away.”
He was starting to panic again and spout off his numbers. “Hey.” I interrupted. “Everything is goin' to be fine. We'll find out what happened, and what's going on, and when we get back home, we'll go out for a drinks. How's that sound, kid?”
Spencer laughed then, more of a nervous sigh with a small smile, but it lifted my heart just a fraction nonetheless. “Cuz I'm tellin' you right now, kid, I don't think there's anything I hate more right now than Vegas.” I added with a grin and a wink. I placed my hand on his shoulder then, signaling for him to walk out that door.
“I love Vegas...” He mumbled, taking a few steps forward. I chucked, letting him lead the way. As he opened the door, my hand dropped from his shoulder and to the small of his back.
“Come on, babe.” I whispered, just in time to meet his father at the secretary's desk.
End.
Author: ar_poe
Rating: G/PG
Pairing: Reid-centric, Morgan/Reid
Summary: "I've never seen him like this."
Warnings: Slash - an established Morgan/Reid relationship. Spoilers for 'Memoriam.'
A/N: So, since I'm mourning the completion of my first fic, A Well Respected Man, I figured I'd get to some of the fluff fic requests I've had waiting. Also because I can't do much else while my laundry is washing. Enjoy! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Warnings: Spoilers for 'Memoriam.' An established Morgan/Reid relationship.
“We need to speak to William Reid.”
I watched as Spencer made his way down the hallway and to the men's bathroom off to the left, walking too quickly to really go unnoticed, his hands fumbling with whatever contact they could find - his bag, the hem of his shirt.
I looked to Rossi. “I've never seen him like this.” Rossi looked away then and gave the secretary a small smile. “Just give us a second.” I nodded once to Rossi and made my way to the bathroom to check on Spencer.
Even though I'm sure the bathroom had more than one stall, I decided to knock on the outside door anyway, placing my head closely to the door for any sign Spencer may give. He remained silent however, and I couldn't hear a thing. I walked in then, finding Spencer at the small porcelain sink, hands on each side, looking down the drain.
“Spence?”
He looked over to me then, hair falling in his face, and leaned up off the counter.
“You know we don't have to do this.” I said quietly.
“I have to, Derek.” He replied just as quietly. “I just... Can't believe he's been in Vegas all this time. Just a few minutes away... 11. 8 miles away.”
He was starting to panic again and spout off his numbers. “Hey.” I interrupted. “Everything is goin' to be fine. We'll find out what happened, and what's going on, and when we get back home, we'll go out for a drinks. How's that sound, kid?”
Spencer laughed then, more of a nervous sigh with a small smile, but it lifted my heart just a fraction nonetheless. “Cuz I'm tellin' you right now, kid, I don't think there's anything I hate more right now than Vegas.” I added with a grin and a wink. I placed my hand on his shoulder then, signaling for him to walk out that door.
“I love Vegas...” He mumbled, taking a few steps forward. I chucked, letting him lead the way. As he opened the door, my hand dropped from his shoulder and to the small of his back.
“Come on, babe.” I whispered, just in time to meet his father at the secretary's desk.
End.