A Well Respected Man (Chapter 14)
Title: A Well Respected Man (Chapter 14)
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.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 9b, 10, 11, 12, 13, and my accompanying picspam.
A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter, I've had writer's block. Again. D:
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Chapter 14
Spencer took in a deep breath and snapped his book shut out of frustration. He looked around the small waiting room, to the bulletin boards on the walls with their fliers on drug addiction and recovery, bulletin boards full of all kinds of information that he had already committed to memory. He couldn't concentrate on his book, his mind was elsewhere.
His eyes flicked to a young woman sitting on the opposite wall from him, curled into herself within an extra large light brown hoodie. Her shoes and jeans were old and worn and filled with holes, and Spencer couldn't help but compare her to one of the corpses in his case files. His eyes darted again to the left where an older man sat with blisters and sores all over his face, slightly twitching every couple of seconds... I don't belong here with these people...
“Dr. Reid?”
Spencer slowly looked up when he heard Dr. Fitzgerald call his name, and he saw her standing in the doorway of the waiting room, waiting for him to acknowledge her. He slowly stood, picking up his bag and book, and followed her into her office.
“How're you today, Spencer?”
“Great.”
He never wanted to come back here.
0-0-0
Spencer walked out of the double doors leading to the bustling streets outside. He lowered his head and shakily buttoned up his coat and stuck his hands in his pockets. He sighed and took a couple steps forward, but jumped when someone honked their car horn.
Spencer stopped and looked towards the direction the sound came from only to find Derek sitting in his car a couple feet away from Dr. Fitzgerald's office. He smiled to himself and walked towards the car, grateful for Derek and the heat his car was providing.
“Hey, Pretty Boy.” Derek greeted as Spencer opened the door. “Figured it was too cold for you to walk home tonight.”
“Thanks.” Spencer breathed in the warm air and the faint fragrance of Derek's cologne and held his hands up in front of the vents.
“I already have the fettuccine at home.” Derek added, putting the car in drive and pulling out into traffic. Spencer turned to Derek with a huge, grateful grin and leaned back in his seat, taking in the city lights. It wasn't very often that he got to enjoy D.C. and everything it had to offer.
When Derek and Spencer returned to the apartment, Spencer excitedly took the food to the living room with a hurried “pick a movie,” and sat down on the couch with his take-out dish, legs crossed underneath himself. Derek paused next to the coffee table and looked at Spencer, smirking.
“Excited, much?”
Spencer only looked up at Derek with huge doe-like eyes, knowing that that was all it took to get Derek to fold, and motioned towards the television with his fork.
“Hurry up, I'm hungry.” Derek rolled his eyes and laughed, making his way over to the entertainment system to look through the DVDs.
Once the DVD was playing and Derek was sitting comfortably next to Spencer with his food, he quickly found himself relaxing back into their normal routine without all the of the stress and negativity from the previous days.
Derek crossed one leg over the other on the coffee table and shoveled some pasta in his mouth, not really paying much attention to the television as much as he was enjoying his food and examining Spencer's obviously lighter mood.
Derek cleared his throat then, taking advantage of the excellent mood, and looked over to Spencer. “I talked to my mom today.” He said quietly and normally like it was an every day occurrence. Spencer continued chewing and nodded, waiting for Derek to continue.
“She wants us to come up one weekend soon so you can meet her and my sisters. She said she'd feel awful if we subjected you to the entire family for the first time at Easter.” Spencer raised his eyebrows then and looked at Derek.
“I told her I'd talk to you first but that it would probably be in two or three weeks, depending on if we had a case or not.”
Spencer flushed then and nodded, turning back to the television. “Okay.”
Derek watched him suspiciously, he wasn't expecting him to be this calm, he wasn't used to him being this calm. For a brief second, he had the urge to force Spencer to look at him just to make sure his pupils weren't dilated...
“That's okay?” Derek asked, eyebrows raised with his jaw slightly opened, automatically going into profiler-mode as he examined every inch of Spencer.
Spencer nodded absentmindedly and waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah. Chicago it is.”
Also, check out my new MGG picspam if you're interested!
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.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 9b, 10, 11, 12, 13, and my accompanying picspam.
A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter, I've had writer's block. Again. D:
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Chapter 14
Spencer took in a deep breath and snapped his book shut out of frustration. He looked around the small waiting room, to the bulletin boards on the walls with their fliers on drug addiction and recovery, bulletin boards full of all kinds of information that he had already committed to memory. He couldn't concentrate on his book, his mind was elsewhere.
His eyes flicked to a young woman sitting on the opposite wall from him, curled into herself within an extra large light brown hoodie. Her shoes and jeans were old and worn and filled with holes, and Spencer couldn't help but compare her to one of the corpses in his case files. His eyes darted again to the left where an older man sat with blisters and sores all over his face, slightly twitching every couple of seconds... I don't belong here with these people...
“Dr. Reid?”
Spencer slowly looked up when he heard Dr. Fitzgerald call his name, and he saw her standing in the doorway of the waiting room, waiting for him to acknowledge her. He slowly stood, picking up his bag and book, and followed her into her office.
“How're you today, Spencer?”
“Great.”
He never wanted to come back here.
0-0-0
Spencer walked out of the double doors leading to the bustling streets outside. He lowered his head and shakily buttoned up his coat and stuck his hands in his pockets. He sighed and took a couple steps forward, but jumped when someone honked their car horn.
Spencer stopped and looked towards the direction the sound came from only to find Derek sitting in his car a couple feet away from Dr. Fitzgerald's office. He smiled to himself and walked towards the car, grateful for Derek and the heat his car was providing.
“Hey, Pretty Boy.” Derek greeted as Spencer opened the door. “Figured it was too cold for you to walk home tonight.”
“Thanks.” Spencer breathed in the warm air and the faint fragrance of Derek's cologne and held his hands up in front of the vents.
“I already have the fettuccine at home.” Derek added, putting the car in drive and pulling out into traffic. Spencer turned to Derek with a huge, grateful grin and leaned back in his seat, taking in the city lights. It wasn't very often that he got to enjoy D.C. and everything it had to offer.
When Derek and Spencer returned to the apartment, Spencer excitedly took the food to the living room with a hurried “pick a movie,” and sat down on the couch with his take-out dish, legs crossed underneath himself. Derek paused next to the coffee table and looked at Spencer, smirking.
“Excited, much?”
Spencer only looked up at Derek with huge doe-like eyes, knowing that that was all it took to get Derek to fold, and motioned towards the television with his fork.
“Hurry up, I'm hungry.” Derek rolled his eyes and laughed, making his way over to the entertainment system to look through the DVDs.
Once the DVD was playing and Derek was sitting comfortably next to Spencer with his food, he quickly found himself relaxing back into their normal routine without all the of the stress and negativity from the previous days.
Derek crossed one leg over the other on the coffee table and shoveled some pasta in his mouth, not really paying much attention to the television as much as he was enjoying his food and examining Spencer's obviously lighter mood.
Derek cleared his throat then, taking advantage of the excellent mood, and looked over to Spencer. “I talked to my mom today.” He said quietly and normally like it was an every day occurrence. Spencer continued chewing and nodded, waiting for Derek to continue.
“She wants us to come up one weekend soon so you can meet her and my sisters. She said she'd feel awful if we subjected you to the entire family for the first time at Easter.” Spencer raised his eyebrows then and looked at Derek.
“I told her I'd talk to you first but that it would probably be in two or three weeks, depending on if we had a case or not.”
Spencer flushed then and nodded, turning back to the television. “Okay.”
Derek watched him suspiciously, he wasn't expecting him to be this calm, he wasn't used to him being this calm. For a brief second, he had the urge to force Spencer to look at him just to make sure his pupils weren't dilated...
“That's okay?” Derek asked, eyebrows raised with his jaw slightly opened, automatically going into profiler-mode as he examined every inch of Spencer.
Spencer nodded absentmindedly and waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah. Chicago it is.”
Also, check out my new MGG picspam if you're interested!