Fic: Mystery of the World (1/1 Criminal Minds)
Title: Mystery of the World
Series: Of Innocent and Empathic Crack
Author: Frogg
Beta: None
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Damnit.
Challenge: 50episodes - Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid
Table: 2
Prompt: 46. Skating
Word Count: 493
Warning: Crack!fic, tentacles
Author's Note: Read More in the World first.
Six thirty a.m.
Derek's internal clock woke him, still curled around Spencer. He smiled into Spencer's hair, ruffling the silky strands with a sigh, and began the careful process of extracting himself without waking his lover.
The strange tugging on his arm made him pause, brought memories of the early morning back in a rush of heat and amazement.
Spencer wasn't in any shape to go into the office, Derek realized. Not without more sleep. He’d been on thin ice for weeks now. If there was a case, that would be one thing, but paperwork could wait.
That Hotch and Gideon hadn't known there was something wrong with Reid wasn't even a consideration.
Spencer stirred, whimpering in his sleep. The arm coiled around Derek's wrist tightened a little, suckers latching onto the skin.
"Easy, Spence," Derek whispered, nuzzling the area under Spencer's ear, waiting for the expected sigh and sudden relaxation. The suckers pulled off his arm with soft pops, like bursting soap bubbles. Derek gave Spencer one last regretful look and left the bed.
Scooping his cellphone from its spot on the dresser, Derek slipped from his bedroom and wandered down the hall. A glance at the microwave clock told him Hotch would be awake.
Derek was right; Hotch picked up after two rings. "Hotch."
"It's Morgan. Reid cracked late last night.”
“Is he okay?” Hotch interrupted before Morgan could continue, concern both personal and professional in his tone.
“He's fine. Or he will be, but I finally got him to sleep, so if there's nothing pressing today, I’d like to stay here with him. We’re available if there’s a case, but I’m hoping there won’t be,” Morgan finished.
Pause. “Is he--?”
“No, you know I’d tell you if he were taking it. He’s not. This was something else.” Some of the shock must have bled into his voice then. “We’re good, we really are. But if I could ask a favor...”
“Ask.”
“Could you and Gideon stop by my place for a bit after work? Provided there’s no case today.”
“If this isn’t about the Dilaudid, then...” Hotch left it open-ended.
“It’s not the Dilaudid. It’s serious, but nothing bad. I can’t explain it now. It’s not a conversation that should be had over the phone, Hotch, you gotta trust me on this,” Morgan insisted, his free hand clenching and unclenching at his side.
“I’ll trust that it’s not drugs, and it’s not something life-threatening. I’ll let Gideon know and we’ll swing by late this afternoon.”
Morgan half collapsed against the wall, tipping his head back and rolling his eyes in relief. “Thanks, Hotch.”
“You’re welcome. Later.” Click.
Shaking off the ‘at-work’ mentality he’d taken on automatically, Derek snapped the phone shut and tossed it from hand to hand.
Spencer was still asleep.
Derek smiled, turning back to the bedroom, wondering how his lover’s new appendages would react to his slide back into bed.
Only one way to find out.
~~~the end~~~
Previous: More in the World +
Next: Restore the World
Series: Of Innocent and Empathic Crack
Author: Frogg
Beta: None
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Damnit.
Challenge: 50episodes - Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid
Table: 2
Prompt: 46. Skating
Word Count: 493
Warning: Crack!fic, tentacles
Author's Note: Read More in the World first.
Six thirty a.m.
Derek's internal clock woke him, still curled around Spencer. He smiled into Spencer's hair, ruffling the silky strands with a sigh, and began the careful process of extracting himself without waking his lover.
The strange tugging on his arm made him pause, brought memories of the early morning back in a rush of heat and amazement.
Spencer wasn't in any shape to go into the office, Derek realized. Not without more sleep. He’d been on thin ice for weeks now. If there was a case, that would be one thing, but paperwork could wait.
That Hotch and Gideon hadn't known there was something wrong with Reid wasn't even a consideration.
Spencer stirred, whimpering in his sleep. The arm coiled around Derek's wrist tightened a little, suckers latching onto the skin.
"Easy, Spence," Derek whispered, nuzzling the area under Spencer's ear, waiting for the expected sigh and sudden relaxation. The suckers pulled off his arm with soft pops, like bursting soap bubbles. Derek gave Spencer one last regretful look and left the bed.
Scooping his cellphone from its spot on the dresser, Derek slipped from his bedroom and wandered down the hall. A glance at the microwave clock told him Hotch would be awake.
Derek was right; Hotch picked up after two rings. "Hotch."
"It's Morgan. Reid cracked late last night.”
“Is he okay?” Hotch interrupted before Morgan could continue, concern both personal and professional in his tone.
“He's fine. Or he will be, but I finally got him to sleep, so if there's nothing pressing today, I’d like to stay here with him. We’re available if there’s a case, but I’m hoping there won’t be,” Morgan finished.
Pause. “Is he--?”
“No, you know I’d tell you if he were taking it. He’s not. This was something else.” Some of the shock must have bled into his voice then. “We’re good, we really are. But if I could ask a favor...”
“Ask.”
“Could you and Gideon stop by my place for a bit after work? Provided there’s no case today.”
“If this isn’t about the Dilaudid, then...” Hotch left it open-ended.
“It’s not the Dilaudid. It’s serious, but nothing bad. I can’t explain it now. It’s not a conversation that should be had over the phone, Hotch, you gotta trust me on this,” Morgan insisted, his free hand clenching and unclenching at his side.
“I’ll trust that it’s not drugs, and it’s not something life-threatening. I’ll let Gideon know and we’ll swing by late this afternoon.”
Morgan half collapsed against the wall, tipping his head back and rolling his eyes in relief. “Thanks, Hotch.”
“You’re welcome. Later.” Click.
Shaking off the ‘at-work’ mentality he’d taken on automatically, Derek snapped the phone shut and tossed it from hand to hand.
Spencer was still asleep.
Derek smiled, turning back to the bedroom, wondering how his lover’s new appendages would react to his slide back into bed.
Only one way to find out.
~~~the end~~~
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