Life Never Took a Holiday [Morgan/Reid]
Morgan stopped in the doorway to the bedroom staring at the figure lying in the bed. Covers pulled up, all he could see was the mess of brown hair peeking out against the pillow. It had been a long 72 hours, he was exhausted but seeing the sleeping man still brought a smile to his face. He was home, where he belonged. Dropping the duffle bag near the door, the laundry in it could wait until morning. Right now his only focus was wrapping the figure in his bed…no wait it was their bed now, in his own arms.
He moved slowly toward the bed, in part not to wake up Reid but also because his whole body ached with pain. He had to go and be the strong man, tackling the unsub as he tried to make a run when they finally caught up with him. The tackle had led to struggle as usual. The unsub was caught and his personal reward was an elbow to the eye and the sore muscles he was now feeling after the plane ride. Morgan had to shake his head as he got closer to the bed. How Reid was comfortable in said bed, he had no idea. But having knee surgery and it being wrapped up to make his knee look three times the size of his other, there really weren’t many comfortable positions to sleep in and Morgan knew that. Reid had three pillows behind his head, two behind his back, one under the wrapped knee that seemed to look larger since the last time Morgan had seen it. And of course Morgan couldn’t help but notice his own pillow smushed under Reid’s chin, his arms and one leg wrapped around it as if it was another human, as if it was Morgan.
Getting to the bed he placed one hand on Reid’s back while the other pushed aside the hair and his lips pressed softly against Reid’s forehead. “Babe I’m home.”
Reid stirred slightly opening his eyes as he twisted to see Morgan’s face without giving much movement to his knee and the rest of his body. His grip on Morgan’s pillow didn’t lessen. “You’re home…but…you didn’t call,” reminding Morgan he had promised to call once the jet touched down. It had been the first case Morgan had gone on since Reid’s surgery, and both had been looking forward to the jet touching down allowing the two of them to be in the same city again.
“It’s late, didn’t want to wake you.” Morgan murmured as he eased his body onto the bed, trying to keep back a wince as his muscles yelled at him. His hand rested on Reid’s hip letting his fingers move in small circles. “Missed you.”
He knew Reid hated staying in the office while the rest of the team went into the field. But staying home, in that bed, was ten times as worse. Stuck in bed, there weren’t the distractions of the bullpen to keep his mind off of what could be happening to Morgan and the rest of the team while they were chasing down unsubs. Sure Garcia had stopped by multiple times over the last 72 hours, getting away when she could, but it wasn’t the same. Morgan hated it as well, the nights alone in the hotel rooms with just telephone calls and webcam talks wasn’t the same as having the “kid” there in the same town, in the same room. But Reid and Morgan both knew he was no help to any case being on crutches, then again his doctor hadn’t even cleared him to be in the office setting yet so field work was wasn’t even an option on the table crutches or no crutches. A simple tumble off a curb had resulted in this catastrophe.
“Missed you too.” Reid’s face showed pain as he turned letting go of Morgan’s pillow and moved to a position allowing him to sit up and press his lips against Morgan’s.
“Still in pain?” Morgan had a worried look on his face as he caught the tail end of the pain in Reid’s eyes as Reid tried to hide it; he hated seeing him in pain. “Let me get you something for it.” He rose from the bed and headed for the bathroom walking gingerly with each painful step waiting for the protests to come from Reid’s lips. Morgan knew he didn’t want any pain medication, especially the drugs prescribed by the doctors. The pill bottles filled with the prescriptions that had been filled on the way home were still in the same spot they had been all this time, instead it was Tylenol and even then Morgan knew it didn’t completely take away the pain.
“Morgan…” Reid stopped his protests watching his lover head to the bathroom. “Morgan you’re limping.”
Morgan pulled off his shirt, making a face in the mirror as he moved his arms and then threw off his pants leaving both on the floor as he reached for the Tylenol. He took two pills himself and grabbed two more and a glass of water before he made his way back toward the bed. “Just a minor wrestling match with an unsub.” He handed the glass and pills to Reid before pressing his lips against his forehead again. He moved his now free pillow back to the top of the bed and eased his body under the covers.
Reid gave him a look knowing what “minor” meant to Morgan, not the same definition that Reid gave it. Taking the two pills he placed the glass on the bedside table and nestled his way into Morgan’s arms trying to be gentle about the whole thing. “Can’t you stop being the hero just once?”
Morgan pressed his lips to the top of Reid’s head and let out a content sigh as he wrapped his arms around his lover. Life was good, he let his own eyes fall closed as he hadn’t slept much on the jet and he knew it was nearly four am.
“For you, anything.”
The two had just about drifted off when the sharp sound of Morgan’s cell phone pierced the quiet bedroom. Life never took a holiday.
He moved slowly toward the bed, in part not to wake up Reid but also because his whole body ached with pain. He had to go and be the strong man, tackling the unsub as he tried to make a run when they finally caught up with him. The tackle had led to struggle as usual. The unsub was caught and his personal reward was an elbow to the eye and the sore muscles he was now feeling after the plane ride. Morgan had to shake his head as he got closer to the bed. How Reid was comfortable in said bed, he had no idea. But having knee surgery and it being wrapped up to make his knee look three times the size of his other, there really weren’t many comfortable positions to sleep in and Morgan knew that. Reid had three pillows behind his head, two behind his back, one under the wrapped knee that seemed to look larger since the last time Morgan had seen it. And of course Morgan couldn’t help but notice his own pillow smushed under Reid’s chin, his arms and one leg wrapped around it as if it was another human, as if it was Morgan.
Getting to the bed he placed one hand on Reid’s back while the other pushed aside the hair and his lips pressed softly against Reid’s forehead. “Babe I’m home.”
Reid stirred slightly opening his eyes as he twisted to see Morgan’s face without giving much movement to his knee and the rest of his body. His grip on Morgan’s pillow didn’t lessen. “You’re home…but…you didn’t call,” reminding Morgan he had promised to call once the jet touched down. It had been the first case Morgan had gone on since Reid’s surgery, and both had been looking forward to the jet touching down allowing the two of them to be in the same city again.
“It’s late, didn’t want to wake you.” Morgan murmured as he eased his body onto the bed, trying to keep back a wince as his muscles yelled at him. His hand rested on Reid’s hip letting his fingers move in small circles. “Missed you.”
He knew Reid hated staying in the office while the rest of the team went into the field. But staying home, in that bed, was ten times as worse. Stuck in bed, there weren’t the distractions of the bullpen to keep his mind off of what could be happening to Morgan and the rest of the team while they were chasing down unsubs. Sure Garcia had stopped by multiple times over the last 72 hours, getting away when she could, but it wasn’t the same. Morgan hated it as well, the nights alone in the hotel rooms with just telephone calls and webcam talks wasn’t the same as having the “kid” there in the same town, in the same room. But Reid and Morgan both knew he was no help to any case being on crutches, then again his doctor hadn’t even cleared him to be in the office setting yet so field work was wasn’t even an option on the table crutches or no crutches. A simple tumble off a curb had resulted in this catastrophe.
“Missed you too.” Reid’s face showed pain as he turned letting go of Morgan’s pillow and moved to a position allowing him to sit up and press his lips against Morgan’s.
“Still in pain?” Morgan had a worried look on his face as he caught the tail end of the pain in Reid’s eyes as Reid tried to hide it; he hated seeing him in pain. “Let me get you something for it.” He rose from the bed and headed for the bathroom walking gingerly with each painful step waiting for the protests to come from Reid’s lips. Morgan knew he didn’t want any pain medication, especially the drugs prescribed by the doctors. The pill bottles filled with the prescriptions that had been filled on the way home were still in the same spot they had been all this time, instead it was Tylenol and even then Morgan knew it didn’t completely take away the pain.
“Morgan…” Reid stopped his protests watching his lover head to the bathroom. “Morgan you’re limping.”
Morgan pulled off his shirt, making a face in the mirror as he moved his arms and then threw off his pants leaving both on the floor as he reached for the Tylenol. He took two pills himself and grabbed two more and a glass of water before he made his way back toward the bed. “Just a minor wrestling match with an unsub.” He handed the glass and pills to Reid before pressing his lips against his forehead again. He moved his now free pillow back to the top of the bed and eased his body under the covers.
Reid gave him a look knowing what “minor” meant to Morgan, not the same definition that Reid gave it. Taking the two pills he placed the glass on the bedside table and nestled his way into Morgan’s arms trying to be gentle about the whole thing. “Can’t you stop being the hero just once?”
Morgan pressed his lips to the top of Reid’s head and let out a content sigh as he wrapped his arms around his lover. Life was good, he let his own eyes fall closed as he hadn’t slept much on the jet and he knew it was nearly four am.
“For you, anything.”
The two had just about drifted off when the sharp sound of Morgan’s cell phone pierced the quiet bedroom. Life never took a holiday.