A Well Respected Man (Chapter 5)
Title: A Well Respected Man (Chapter 5)
Author: ar_poe
Rating:PG/PG-13
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Warnings: Drug recovery, very mild slash (all fluff)
Summary: Spoilers for 'The Big Game' and 'Revelations.' What happened during Dr. Reid's group therapy and throughout his recovery.
Chapter 1 can be found here.
Chapter 2 can be found here.
Chapter 3 can be found here.
Chapter 4 can be found here.
A/N: Here's chapter 5! And as always, thank you Miss Hanna for being my beta reader!
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Chapter 5
Reid awoke the next morning to an empty bed. At first, his eyes opened slowly and he placed a hand over his face, unsure of why he was awake. Coming to, he looked to his left and saw Derek's side of the bed empty and he sat up.
“Derek?” Reid called out quietly, rubbing his eyes. He heard his apartment door close and footsteps coming towards the bedroom. The bedroom door creaked open, revealing light, and Spencer watched with one eye opened. A small laugh entered as well.
“Mornin', kid.” Derek walked in, tossed a duffel bag onto the floor, and sat on the side of the bed next to Reid. Reid looked at the clock. 5:30 in the morning. He rubbed his eyes again and looked back at Derek, still half asleep.
“You're cute when you first wake up.” Derek said with a grin. Reid looked at him like he was insane.
“Where'd you go?”
“I woke up early for some ungodly reason, so I went to pick up some clothes from my place and feed Clooney.” Derek answered.
Reid frowned. “It's Saturday. We don't have to go into the office.” He said. Derek smiled again and shrugged. Reid laid back down and curled up, pulling the covers all the way up. “Come back to bed.” He mumbled.
Derek laughed and laid down on top of the covers, wrapping his arm around Reid's waist and leaning over his shoulder to whisper “I'm already awake, kid. We can go out for breakfast, my treat.”
“Should be your treat. Woke me up.” Reid continued to mumble, causing Derek's smile to grow even more.
“Come on.” Derek picked Reid up off of the bed and stood up.
“Derek... Derek what are you doi -” Reid's eyes snapped open.
“What does it look like I'm doin'?” Derek interrupted, standing Reid up on his feet in front of his closet as he rummaged through Reid's hanging clothes. He pulled pants and a button up shirt from their hangers and turned to Reid, who was standing there half asleep with his arms wrapped around himself with a frown.
“Here. I like you in this shirt.”
Reid took the clothes and looked down with his frown. The shirt was black with silver pin stripes. Reid sighed. “I'm getting in the shower.”
When Reid finally reemerged twenty minutes later, he slowly made his way into his bedroom to put his pajamas up, button up shirt tucked into black pants, and wet hair hanging in his face.
“Okay. I'm up.” He said quietly as Derek wrapped his arms around Reid's waste.
“And smellin' good, too.” Derek added, taking in the scent of citrus and some kind of woodsy fragrance.
Reid laughed his first laugh of the day and sat on the side of the bed to put his shoes on. “I have a session this evening, so we can't stay out too late.” Reid said, tying up his shoes.
“Okay, Pretty Boy.” Derek answered, handing Reid his coat. He stood up and slipped on his coat and began to walk towards the bedroom door when Derek stepped in front of him, blocking his only exit.
Derek stood in the doorway, arms crossed against his chest with an amused smile spread across his face.
Reid frowned. “What? What's wrong...?” Reid began, looking down and examining his outfit.
Derek reached out with both hands and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, revealing a good two or three inches of Spencer's chest and placed a hand there to smooth out the wrinkles.
“There.” Was all Derek said and grinned his killer smile that always made Spencer's heart melt. He blushed and motioned for Derek to continue walking.
0-0-0
“So, Spencer. Tell me about your relationship with Derek.” Dr. Fitzgerald asked.
“Oh. Well, it's pretty great. We've been dating for about two months now, he stays at my place two or three times a week... He's great. Everything's great.” Reid answered. “But, I, uh... I don't really understand what all of this really has to do with my recovery...”
“I just like to keep tabs on what's going on in my member's lives, that way we can eliminate any problems that may lead to a relapse, if need be.” Dr. Fitzgerald answered. Reid nodded. That made sense, he understood.
“Well, yeah. Things are great, we're really happy.”
“Good, good.” Dr. Fitzgerald answered, nodding, and scribbling notes on her legal pad.
“And your mother and work?”
0-0-0
Derek called Spencer as soon as he knew that his session was over and waited for him to answer his phone.
“Hello?” Spencer answered.
“Hey babe, want me to come pick you up? It's pretty cold out.”
“Oh. Uhm, no that's okay. I think I'll walk.” Reid answered in a less than enthusiastic voice. Derek knew by now that something like I think I'll walk coming out of Spencer's mouth was his way of saying I want to be left alone to think, so he didn't push the matter.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yeah. Everything's fine. I'll talk to you later.” And Reid hung up.
Derek placed two mugs of coffee on Spencer's kitchen table as the apartment door opened and closed again.
“Hey, kid.” Morgan greeted, offering Reid his usual giant mug.
“Hey. Thanks.” Reid took the mug and gave Derek a small smile, wrapping his slender fingers around the ceramic.
“You feelin' alright?” Morgan asked, sitting down at the table.
“Yeah... yeah...” Reid answered absentmindedly, waving away the question and taking a sip of sugar-coffee (Morgan had paid special attention to exactly how many dozens of teaspoons Reid dumped into every cup of coffee).
Reid looked up when he felt Derek's eyes on him, watching him drink as his eyes paid no special attention to any one object.
“What's going on in that big brain of yours?”
“I just... She asked a lot of questions tonight. Talking about my mother and the... guilt... made me want to.. you know...” Shoot up. Derek nodded.
“Well, it's been about nine months since you've been clean, right?” Derek asked, optimism in his voice. Reid nodded. “You're doin' great. Don't let anything get in the way of what you want, and I'll support you every step of the way.”
Reid's worried eyes looked up and found Derek's. “Will you stay tonight?”
Derek was quiet for a second, taken by surprise at how blunt Spencer was, he had never been this direct. “Of course, kid. We'll even stay up and watch Count of Monte Cristo again if you want.” Derek answered, giving Spencer a wink.
He watched as Spencer's cute childlike smile appeared on his face as he took another sip of coffee.
A/N: Feedback is tremendously appreciated!
Author: ar_poe
Rating:PG/PG-13
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Warnings: Drug recovery, very mild slash (all fluff)
Summary: Spoilers for 'The Big Game' and 'Revelations.' What happened during Dr. Reid's group therapy and throughout his recovery.
Chapter 1 can be found here.
Chapter 2 can be found here.
Chapter 3 can be found here.
Chapter 4 can be found here.
A/N: Here's chapter 5! And as always, thank you Miss Hanna for being my beta reader!
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Chapter 5
Reid awoke the next morning to an empty bed. At first, his eyes opened slowly and he placed a hand over his face, unsure of why he was awake. Coming to, he looked to his left and saw Derek's side of the bed empty and he sat up.
“Derek?” Reid called out quietly, rubbing his eyes. He heard his apartment door close and footsteps coming towards the bedroom. The bedroom door creaked open, revealing light, and Spencer watched with one eye opened. A small laugh entered as well.
“Mornin', kid.” Derek walked in, tossed a duffel bag onto the floor, and sat on the side of the bed next to Reid. Reid looked at the clock. 5:30 in the morning. He rubbed his eyes again and looked back at Derek, still half asleep.
“You're cute when you first wake up.” Derek said with a grin. Reid looked at him like he was insane.
“Where'd you go?”
“I woke up early for some ungodly reason, so I went to pick up some clothes from my place and feed Clooney.” Derek answered.
Reid frowned. “It's Saturday. We don't have to go into the office.” He said. Derek smiled again and shrugged. Reid laid back down and curled up, pulling the covers all the way up. “Come back to bed.” He mumbled.
Derek laughed and laid down on top of the covers, wrapping his arm around Reid's waist and leaning over his shoulder to whisper “I'm already awake, kid. We can go out for breakfast, my treat.”
“Should be your treat. Woke me up.” Reid continued to mumble, causing Derek's smile to grow even more.
“Come on.” Derek picked Reid up off of the bed and stood up.
“Derek... Derek what are you doi -” Reid's eyes snapped open.
“What does it look like I'm doin'?” Derek interrupted, standing Reid up on his feet in front of his closet as he rummaged through Reid's hanging clothes. He pulled pants and a button up shirt from their hangers and turned to Reid, who was standing there half asleep with his arms wrapped around himself with a frown.
“Here. I like you in this shirt.”
Reid took the clothes and looked down with his frown. The shirt was black with silver pin stripes. Reid sighed. “I'm getting in the shower.”
When Reid finally reemerged twenty minutes later, he slowly made his way into his bedroom to put his pajamas up, button up shirt tucked into black pants, and wet hair hanging in his face.
“Okay. I'm up.” He said quietly as Derek wrapped his arms around Reid's waste.
“And smellin' good, too.” Derek added, taking in the scent of citrus and some kind of woodsy fragrance.
Reid laughed his first laugh of the day and sat on the side of the bed to put his shoes on. “I have a session this evening, so we can't stay out too late.” Reid said, tying up his shoes.
“Okay, Pretty Boy.” Derek answered, handing Reid his coat. He stood up and slipped on his coat and began to walk towards the bedroom door when Derek stepped in front of him, blocking his only exit.
Derek stood in the doorway, arms crossed against his chest with an amused smile spread across his face.
Reid frowned. “What? What's wrong...?” Reid began, looking down and examining his outfit.
Derek reached out with both hands and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, revealing a good two or three inches of Spencer's chest and placed a hand there to smooth out the wrinkles.
“There.” Was all Derek said and grinned his killer smile that always made Spencer's heart melt. He blushed and motioned for Derek to continue walking.
0-0-0
“So, Spencer. Tell me about your relationship with Derek.” Dr. Fitzgerald asked.
“Oh. Well, it's pretty great. We've been dating for about two months now, he stays at my place two or three times a week... He's great. Everything's great.” Reid answered. “But, I, uh... I don't really understand what all of this really has to do with my recovery...”
“I just like to keep tabs on what's going on in my member's lives, that way we can eliminate any problems that may lead to a relapse, if need be.” Dr. Fitzgerald answered. Reid nodded. That made sense, he understood.
“Well, yeah. Things are great, we're really happy.”
“Good, good.” Dr. Fitzgerald answered, nodding, and scribbling notes on her legal pad.
“And your mother and work?”
0-0-0
Derek called Spencer as soon as he knew that his session was over and waited for him to answer his phone.
“Hello?” Spencer answered.
“Hey babe, want me to come pick you up? It's pretty cold out.”
“Oh. Uhm, no that's okay. I think I'll walk.” Reid answered in a less than enthusiastic voice. Derek knew by now that something like I think I'll walk coming out of Spencer's mouth was his way of saying I want to be left alone to think, so he didn't push the matter.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yeah. Everything's fine. I'll talk to you later.” And Reid hung up.
Derek placed two mugs of coffee on Spencer's kitchen table as the apartment door opened and closed again.
“Hey, kid.” Morgan greeted, offering Reid his usual giant mug.
“Hey. Thanks.” Reid took the mug and gave Derek a small smile, wrapping his slender fingers around the ceramic.
“You feelin' alright?” Morgan asked, sitting down at the table.
“Yeah... yeah...” Reid answered absentmindedly, waving away the question and taking a sip of sugar-coffee (Morgan had paid special attention to exactly how many dozens of teaspoons Reid dumped into every cup of coffee).
Reid looked up when he felt Derek's eyes on him, watching him drink as his eyes paid no special attention to any one object.
“What's going on in that big brain of yours?”
“I just... She asked a lot of questions tonight. Talking about my mother and the... guilt... made me want to.. you know...” Shoot up. Derek nodded.
“Well, it's been about nine months since you've been clean, right?” Derek asked, optimism in his voice. Reid nodded. “You're doin' great. Don't let anything get in the way of what you want, and I'll support you every step of the way.”
Reid's worried eyes looked up and found Derek's. “Will you stay tonight?”
Derek was quiet for a second, taken by surprise at how blunt Spencer was, he had never been this direct. “Of course, kid. We'll even stay up and watch Count of Monte Cristo again if you want.” Derek answered, giving Spencer a wink.
He watched as Spencer's cute childlike smile appeared on his face as he took another sip of coffee.
A/N: Feedback is tremendously appreciated!