A Well Respected Man (Chapter 7)
Title: A Well Respected Man (Chapter 7)
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.
Chapter 5 can be found here.
Chapter 6 can be found here.
And my accompanying picspam can be found here.
A/N: Thanks to Miss Hanna for being a beta.
Disclaimer: It's almost Christmas! Come on, can I please have Criminal Minds and Dr. Reid as my very own? No? Oh fine. I do not own Criminal Mind nor its characters.
Chapter 7
Dr. Fitzgerald closed her folder and crossed her hands in her lap as she looked at me. “Well, I think we're done for this evening. It's getting pretty bad outside.” She motioned towards the window where I finally noticed the snow. “This is the first time we've had snow in Virginia in years...” She mused, a happy smile on her face - a nice change in the past few sessions.
I stood up and slipped on my coat, wrapping the purple scarf around my neck, and placing my messenger bag around my chest.
“Have a good Valentine's Day, Dr. Reid.”
“What? Valentine's...?” I know I looked panicked, I could feel it rising in my chest. I had totally forgotten that today was Valentine's Day. What am I going to do? I guess I could always just stop and get something for Derek on the walk home... “You, too, doctor.” I managed to say.
As soon as I stepped outside, I pulled out my cell phone and speed dialed number four.
“It's Friday night, honey, do you have nothing better to do than call me -”
“Garcia. I forgot about Valentine's Day. What do I do? What do I get Derek? -”
“Sweetheart, okay, don't panic, calm down.” She sighed and thought for a minute. “Call and try to get reservations to that Italian place he loves.”
“What if he's already making dinner at home?” My panic grew worse and I found myself pacing outside of the doctor's office. “I don't know what I'm gonna do. He always goes all out for these holidays... I don't know what to do...”
“Reid, baby, calm down.” I sighed into the phone, trying to calm my nerves. “Is there anything that he's been wanting, or -”
“I've gotta go, Garcia. Thanks.”
“Oh, uh -” I hung up before she got to respond.
I slipped the phone back in my pocket and rushed into the nearest drugstore. I scanned the card isle anxiously, biting on my bottom lip. What am I doing? I can't just get him a card... My cell phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. I pulled it out and looked at the screen and answered it with the same nervousness.
“Okay sweetcheeks. I talked to Derek, he's still at the office and he said he was going to meet you at your apartment. We talked about tonight when I kept talking about Kevin, and he doesn't have dinner planned. I already called Carini's and made reservations for the two of you in an hour. Get going my genius, no need to thank me.”
I sighed with relief. “Thank you so much, Penelope.”
0-0-0
I was sitting on the couch as the apartment door swung open and Reid ran in out of breath. I watched him as he stopped next to the couch, gasping for a minute before regaining his composure.
“Baby, what -”
He grabbed my hand before I got to finish my sentence. “Come on.” He whispered, a smile beginning to form on his lips. Luckily, I already had my shoes on, and grabbed my coat off the hook as he dragged me out of the apartment.
“Wait, wait.” I stopped him, pausing to close the door behind us as we left, and then grabbed his hand again as we rushed downstairs and out of the building. We stopped outside and he checked his watch. He smiled to himself and just stood there for a few minutes as he caught his breath.
“What's going on?” I asked.
He laughed, almost as if to himself. “I just have to get my breath for a minute. I ran all the way home from Dr. Fitzgerald's office.” He smiled and took my hand again. I love it when he does that.
“I figured as much. Garcia called me all excited about her big night tonight with Kevin, and she could barely contain herself, she just said that she was so excited and told me to get myself ready.”
Spence nodded. “Okay.” He said, and we began walking down the street. “Hope you haven't already eaten.” He added. I looked at him with a bewildered look.
“You know I always wait for you.” Spence looked at me with that cute, puppy-face smile of his and continued walking.
We stopped outside of Carini's and I watched him look up at the sign as the snow fell. “Our first Valentine's.” He murmured. I squeezed his hand. “Come on.” He lead us inside and informed the hostess of the reservation.
0-0-0
When we returned to the apartment, Spencer entered first and turned the lights on, taking off his coat and placing it on the hook. I wrapped my arms around Spencer's waist and pulled him close.
“Thank you for dinner, Spence.” I mumbled, kissing his cheek and burying my face near his collar bone. Spencer's always so warm. “I have something for you.” I added, reaching into the pocket of my pants. I pulled out a thick silver man's chain and held it up for him to look at. Hanging from the chain was a silver circle enclosing a diamond shape.
He smiled innocently. “What does it mean?”
He eyed it happily as I smiled and began to explain. “It's a recovery symbol. It symbolizes strength and that you can make it through anything.” I looked up at him, seeing both happiness and uneasiness in his eyes. I clasped it around his neck and placed my hands on his shoulders and examined him. He fingered the medallion and looked it.
“Thank you.” He said and looked up to me. “It means a lot to me.” He kissed me then and I could tell that it really did mean a lot to him.
“Come on, babe.” I lead us further into the apartment.
“Oh, yeah, I brought Clooney over. I figured he shouldn't be alone on Valentine's Day either.” Spencer said, stopping in the doorway and put his hands in his pockets. I stopped and followed his line of vision to see my Clooney laying in a brand new doggy bed in the corner, laying on his back with his paws up, sleeping peacefully. I chuckled at the sight and looked at Spencer.
“Now I've got both my babies.” Spencer smiled at my remark and went to get ready for bed.
0-0-0
“What's on your mind, babe?” I asked. I had felt his uneasiness for quite a few minutes, and I knew it was keeping him up.
He fidgeted under his blankets. “ I wanted to ask you something.”
“Shoot.” I answered, rolling onto my back and putting my arms under my head to look at him. He held himself up by his arms as he lifted his head to look at me.
“Do you -” He stopped and swallowed, biting his bottom lip. I love it when he does that more and more every time.
“Do you want to move in, and... live here?” He must've seen the shock on my face because he panicked. “I mean, you pretty much live here anyway... and you already have a key... and I think Clooney's feeling pretty comfortable... we'd have to work something out about furnitu -” He was still mumbling and spouting off statistics when I grabbed his face and kissed him.
“I'd really like that, Spence.” He looked at me almost in shock for a second before it occurred to him that I had said yes. He grinned and sighed in relief.
“Okay.” He laid back down and laid his head on my shoulder. “We can talk about the details later.” I could still hear the happiness in his voice.
A/N: Feedback, yeah?
I thought I'd go ahead and post this one up as a Christmas present, and also because I'm goin' to be mega-busy until about Saturday night. I hope everyone enjoys the holidays!
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.
Chapter 5 can be found here.
Chapter 6 can be found here.
And my accompanying picspam can be found here.
A/N: Thanks to Miss Hanna for being a beta.
Disclaimer: It's almost Christmas! Come on, can I please have Criminal Minds and Dr. Reid as my very own? No? Oh fine. I do not own Criminal Mind nor its characters.
Chapter 7
Dr. Fitzgerald closed her folder and crossed her hands in her lap as she looked at me. “Well, I think we're done for this evening. It's getting pretty bad outside.” She motioned towards the window where I finally noticed the snow. “This is the first time we've had snow in Virginia in years...” She mused, a happy smile on her face - a nice change in the past few sessions.
I stood up and slipped on my coat, wrapping the purple scarf around my neck, and placing my messenger bag around my chest.
“Have a good Valentine's Day, Dr. Reid.”
“What? Valentine's...?” I know I looked panicked, I could feel it rising in my chest. I had totally forgotten that today was Valentine's Day. What am I going to do? I guess I could always just stop and get something for Derek on the walk home... “You, too, doctor.” I managed to say.
As soon as I stepped outside, I pulled out my cell phone and speed dialed number four.
“It's Friday night, honey, do you have nothing better to do than call me -”
“Garcia. I forgot about Valentine's Day. What do I do? What do I get Derek? -”
“Sweetheart, okay, don't panic, calm down.” She sighed and thought for a minute. “Call and try to get reservations to that Italian place he loves.”
“What if he's already making dinner at home?” My panic grew worse and I found myself pacing outside of the doctor's office. “I don't know what I'm gonna do. He always goes all out for these holidays... I don't know what to do...”
“Reid, baby, calm down.” I sighed into the phone, trying to calm my nerves. “Is there anything that he's been wanting, or -”
“I've gotta go, Garcia. Thanks.”
“Oh, uh -” I hung up before she got to respond.
I slipped the phone back in my pocket and rushed into the nearest drugstore. I scanned the card isle anxiously, biting on my bottom lip. What am I doing? I can't just get him a card... My cell phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. I pulled it out and looked at the screen and answered it with the same nervousness.
“Okay sweetcheeks. I talked to Derek, he's still at the office and he said he was going to meet you at your apartment. We talked about tonight when I kept talking about Kevin, and he doesn't have dinner planned. I already called Carini's and made reservations for the two of you in an hour. Get going my genius, no need to thank me.”
I sighed with relief. “Thank you so much, Penelope.”
0-0-0
I was sitting on the couch as the apartment door swung open and Reid ran in out of breath. I watched him as he stopped next to the couch, gasping for a minute before regaining his composure.
“Baby, what -”
He grabbed my hand before I got to finish my sentence. “Come on.” He whispered, a smile beginning to form on his lips. Luckily, I already had my shoes on, and grabbed my coat off the hook as he dragged me out of the apartment.
“Wait, wait.” I stopped him, pausing to close the door behind us as we left, and then grabbed his hand again as we rushed downstairs and out of the building. We stopped outside and he checked his watch. He smiled to himself and just stood there for a few minutes as he caught his breath.
“What's going on?” I asked.
He laughed, almost as if to himself. “I just have to get my breath for a minute. I ran all the way home from Dr. Fitzgerald's office.” He smiled and took my hand again. I love it when he does that.
“I figured as much. Garcia called me all excited about her big night tonight with Kevin, and she could barely contain herself, she just said that she was so excited and told me to get myself ready.”
Spence nodded. “Okay.” He said, and we began walking down the street. “Hope you haven't already eaten.” He added. I looked at him with a bewildered look.
“You know I always wait for you.” Spence looked at me with that cute, puppy-face smile of his and continued walking.
We stopped outside of Carini's and I watched him look up at the sign as the snow fell. “Our first Valentine's.” He murmured. I squeezed his hand. “Come on.” He lead us inside and informed the hostess of the reservation.
0-0-0
When we returned to the apartment, Spencer entered first and turned the lights on, taking off his coat and placing it on the hook. I wrapped my arms around Spencer's waist and pulled him close.
“Thank you for dinner, Spence.” I mumbled, kissing his cheek and burying my face near his collar bone. Spencer's always so warm. “I have something for you.” I added, reaching into the pocket of my pants. I pulled out a thick silver man's chain and held it up for him to look at. Hanging from the chain was a silver circle enclosing a diamond shape.
He smiled innocently. “What does it mean?”
He eyed it happily as I smiled and began to explain. “It's a recovery symbol. It symbolizes strength and that you can make it through anything.” I looked up at him, seeing both happiness and uneasiness in his eyes. I clasped it around his neck and placed my hands on his shoulders and examined him. He fingered the medallion and looked it.
“Thank you.” He said and looked up to me. “It means a lot to me.” He kissed me then and I could tell that it really did mean a lot to him.
“Come on, babe.” I lead us further into the apartment.
“Oh, yeah, I brought Clooney over. I figured he shouldn't be alone on Valentine's Day either.” Spencer said, stopping in the doorway and put his hands in his pockets. I stopped and followed his line of vision to see my Clooney laying in a brand new doggy bed in the corner, laying on his back with his paws up, sleeping peacefully. I chuckled at the sight and looked at Spencer.
“Now I've got both my babies.” Spencer smiled at my remark and went to get ready for bed.
0-0-0
“What's on your mind, babe?” I asked. I had felt his uneasiness for quite a few minutes, and I knew it was keeping him up.
He fidgeted under his blankets. “ I wanted to ask you something.”
“Shoot.” I answered, rolling onto my back and putting my arms under my head to look at him. He held himself up by his arms as he lifted his head to look at me.
“Do you -” He stopped and swallowed, biting his bottom lip. I love it when he does that more and more every time.
“Do you want to move in, and... live here?” He must've seen the shock on my face because he panicked. “I mean, you pretty much live here anyway... and you already have a key... and I think Clooney's feeling pretty comfortable... we'd have to work something out about furnitu -” He was still mumbling and spouting off statistics when I grabbed his face and kissed him.
“I'd really like that, Spence.” He looked at me almost in shock for a second before it occurred to him that I had said yes. He grinned and sighed in relief.
“Okay.” He laid back down and laid his head on my shoulder. “We can talk about the details later.” I could still hear the happiness in his voice.
A/N: Feedback, yeah?
I thought I'd go ahead and post this one up as a Christmas present, and also because I'm goin' to be mega-busy until about Saturday night. I hope everyone enjoys the holidays!